Now that soft, warm thing that was bumping into him earlier is batting him and making noises. Potemkin shifts, making a series of grumbles as he squirms in bed. If he didn't want to be bothered by every little sensation, he probably should have thought of that before both of them ended up going to sleep naked.

For all of his half-awake grumpiness, he doesn't make much of an effort to shake Ky's head off his chest. In fact, he seems to keep him secure to him by curling his body inward. It doesn't take a lot; just by bending his neck forward he hits the top of Ky's head with the bottom of his neck, and his legs move very incrementally from below, making a notch for the man who is almost half his height.