And once again, the air is so humid, the material of that black top and arm-warmers has that extra... shimmer to it.

Koumyou glances up at him for a moment, and... okay, maybe on a later viewing, Devero might notice his eyes going right to the lip-licking. And a fraction of a second of interest in those pretty brown eyes of his.

But in real time, the priest is rather sneaky about it.

"Okay so, this is going to be harder to show because it's flipped around, but," Koumyou drops his attention to his own hands for a second, gathering up the three sections in his hooked fingers. "It's like this, right? And then you pass this section over to your other hand like... this. See how it went under? And then the part that hand already had goes like... this."