"If you don't want me to be interested," he retorts primly, "you should try to be less interesting." Not that he remotely means that--

Oh no. Koumyou called him handsome. He ducks his head and his smile goes shy and silly and damn it he's acting like a teenager again. At least his flush can be attributed to the water. "I'm not that young!" he protests, laughing. "I'm thirty-four, old man."

He has to pull away, put a little space between them. At least he doesn't do it with that panicked tension from before; he just releases Koumyou's hand and lounges back, laying his arms along the lip of the pool. "What do you want to know about?"