That is. so charming. Devero has to bite his lip to keep from doing more than smiling in return. He tries to keep his eyes on just Koumyou's hands, but the priest's hands are in his luscious hair, and his luscious hair is draped over his sculpted chest, and--

Fortitude, Devero! Virtues, not vices! Discipline!

He has to lick his suddenly-dry lips. "I-- I'm following you," he says, trying to sound normal. (Koumyou casually bringing up flexibility is not helping.)