Koumyou thinks about that for another long, silent moment, just quietly smoking. He doesn't like to rush to say the first thing on his mind, but especially when something's important.

So he sits, and he smokes, and he thinks.

It's probably hell on Devero's nerves, but there's no helping it. That's just how Koumyou is.

"...I suppose so," he finally allows, tapping the ash off the end of his cigarette. His eyes are staring only at the glowing tip as he speaks, "Whatever else does or doesn't happen here, I'm not going to turn away from you, Devero. It's just not in my nature."

The moon may be hidden by a dark cloud once in a while, but it always comes out again. Even if Koumyou is nowhere near as punctual or reliable as the moon, the priest can admit the idea has its merits.

(Jikaku had known him better than most, to make that comparison to begin with. Not much got past Koumyou's old teacher.)

"...And shepherding souls sounds far too troublesome."

That kind of left the whole sex topic, didn't it? And the question of any vows that could make the subject moot.