To be fair to Devero's tendency to take people at their word, Koumyou is pretty sure he's telling the truth, too. It's fine, everything's fine. Why wouldn't it be fine?

At that odd move from the other man, Koumyou... well, he doesn't tense, or freeze, or anything else. When there is no actual touch, Koumyou's eyes flick down, curious to see what, exactly, the other man is doing.

"You're so interested," the priest laughs lightly, turning his attention back to Devero's face. "Even more flattery, is it? All this attention from such a roguishly handsome young man... it's going to go right to my head. And no one will thank you for that!"

His freed hand just sort of drifts lazily near the surface of the water, off to one side.

"Tell me about your world, then. I don't want to be the only one talking."