Oh no. Oh no. Devero did ask for this, he just hadn't expected to be taken up on it immediately. Maybe he should have known better.

But the thing about Devero is he meant it sincerely. He's always had a little bit of ah, ahem, fascination with hair, and the prospect of helping Koumyou with his is genuinely appealing. He's just. Going to need to not let the proximity get to him.

Right.

Concentrate, Dev. "Hold on just a second," he murmurs. He's got his eye back on, so he might as well take full advantage of the demo. His gaze goes distant for a moment as he looks through the screen and moves a finger through the air.

"Smile," he tells the priest with a quirk of his lips, "you're on camera. Go ahead."