"It's definitely flattery," Koumyou counters, and then laughs, finally loosening his hold on Devero's other hand. "But I'm not complaining! It's awfully fun."

Harmless fun.

Oh wait, there's a question hanging there, isn't there?

"...I'm forty-seven."

Is that old? Koumyou himself constantly seems to bounce from one opinion on the matter to the other and back again.