His mind was starting to fog up. On one hand, he knew they were moving rather quickly. More at the speed of light, actually. On the other, he had feelings for Ilya unlike any other person.

Gently, Dolemeck's hands moved to Ilya's shoulders, pushing him back some so he could look at his face. He had such a beautiful smile, and looked quite adorable when blushing.

"Ilya, you said you wished to do something for me, Aye? Then I want you to at least once a day compliment yourself. Look in a mirror and say something good." He wanted Ilya to love himself, as much as he had started to fall in love with him. "I just... I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. See how much of a gentle soul you are. How everything you say to put you down is so wrong."

He then leaned in, kissing Ilya's forehead, and then his lips.

"You will have to teach me Russian. I know you called me those words last time, and that they must mean something special to you..."