See, this is why Devero's embarrassed to have let this slip. It's Koumyou he wants to marry, but he knows the priest isn't ready. Isn't this perfect proof of that, the way he automatically deflects Devero's 'our wedding' to a Koumyou-less 'you'll marry someday'?

He droops a little, chewing on his lower lip to ward off the anxious agitation he can feel brewing while he tries to figure out how to do the least damage when he responds.

"I'll be happy if I can just keep dancing with you," he says finally, covering Koumyou's hand on his arm with his own free hand. "Even if it's only ever at other people's weddings."