Potemkin notices Ky's deliberate effort to be casual, with a reaction that's between repressed internal screaming and nervous sweat. He's aware that's a sign that he should try that for himself, but it's easier to think than do it. Each step he takes, he tries loosening up from a rank-and-file march (it is comforting to lean on old training habits, but it's hurting him now) to something that might be called strolling without looking too conspicuous about it. A little knee shake snuck here and there.

At least his voice isn't failing him. Potemkin continues in the baritone he's known for. "Correct. The paths are arranged to always provide the visitors a diverse collection, no matter which way they walk through them. I think this is a pleasant way of spending an afternoon." And I hope by the end of it you know at least a little about why I fell for you, but Potemkin leaves that bit unsaid.