It wasn't strictly intentional, catching his partner like this, but all the same it's where this led. Like this, with his head halfway to nonsense and too caught up in being touched. But even then, Ky's aware of the way that grip tightens and, though he presses firmly in, he drags them both away from the wall. There really is more to dancing than that, after all. It's like it's all just a coincidental brush against the surface, maybe a pause, just part of how they've been moving across the floor.

Teasing, maybe. Just a little bit more. Something to paint a better picture of where this could go.

But that reaction, that warning, did exactly the opposite of what it should have done, Ky's sure. That shouldn't have encouraged anything, shouldn't have made him want to keep his partner there.

Something wrong? But his lips curved a little too much, just a little too amused. But every step was closer, kept them tighter together--until Ky held his arm out, stepping back and introducing a space he didn't want in the least between them. Empty air, no touch, no contact. At least, not until he pulled his partner back in close, arm wound around his waist and back to chest.