The fleeting touch of Ky's hands on his shoulders makes him feel much closer than any eye contact could achieve. It's for the better that this took him by surprise, had he thought it out entirely he would have declined him earlier, but now that Ky is picking at his clothes he realizes that would have been a mistake. This feels... pleasant. Potemkin's eyes rest, his avoidance now pointless, and his body seems to follow, for even though there is not a single part of him that isn't bound in muscle he puts up as much resistance as a pillow under Ky.

He is so relaxed, he mumbles out, "Hmm, you give kind words so easily."

Isn't that stating the obvious. It's the quality no one could forget to list, that Ky has a goodness which he doesn't hold back under any restriction.

"I can't say that they don't feel nice," he goes on, braving a little closer to his real feelings.