Potemkin looks admiringly at Ky hanging in front of him, grateful to be with this man who he loves and sees as one of the very best he's ever known, in kindness and in honor. That it's with this intimacy, half-naked and being spoken to with such a desirable tone, can get even Potemkin excited like an impressionable maiden.

He moves his hand along Ky's arm and brings up his other on the opposite side, so that both go under Ky's arms and to his waist.

"Let me hold you," he asks softly, opening his hands.