He'd never really been one to describe things with words like 'sensual' or 'graceful', but as he looked over and touched Cole's bared, smooth back, fingers dragging lightly along the nodules of his spine, Krem couldn't help admiring the idea of Cole's aesthetic, and wanting to touch and trace over the sharp lines and slightly uneven physique, the strong legs and emaciated frame that gave off the illusion of a scarecrow if Cole stood still. He behaved himself though, running the soapy cloth over whatever spot Cole seemed to want by how he shifted.