Koumyou sighs at that, but lets the sutra drop away from Devero's hips anyway. The scroll is gone instantly from over the pool; now draping over Koumyou's shoulders. Over the top of his now-soaked sleeping robe.

It's not like he can't just grab the guy again if he bolts.

"If being around me is putting you in danger, I would like to know why," he tries instead, folding his own hands into his opposite sleeves, just like he likes to do with his uniform.

"Or should I start making wild guesses? Perhaps you were sent by some powerful youkai lord, all the way to this train, to get close to me and make an attempt on the sutra. Except now you like me, so you don't want to slit my throat in my sleep after all! Oh, the drama!"