Devero's eye close in cat-like appreciation as Koumyou smooches him, and he tilts his head to smile that brilliant, sort of incredulous smile down at him after.

Devero can't help himself, he laughs at that-- well, the first part anyway. "That sounds about right, as far as I know him," he says, but then he lifts his arm and strokes his hand up and down Koumyou's back.

"You say that like you don't try to give people a bad impression," he says, his voice gentle but his point kind of blunt.