The way his hair moves in the water is almost meditative for Devero to watch. The gentle way it drifts and swirls, the beautiful blond color, how fine it is when it winds against his fingers. He does shiver, just a little, as it comes loose to start brushing against him in the water, but that's just an excuse to comb his fingers a little more boldly through the lush strands.

"Taisouji?" he prompts, tearing his eyes away for a moment to look at his face, instead.