"I haven't said 'no'," Koumyou says gently, but firmly.
He takes another long drag of his cigarette, holds it in for a moment, and then stares at the ash collecting on the end as he exhales the smoke. To the priest, the way he's really burning through this cigarette is a sign of his own nerves.
"I'm not as immune to your charms as I may seem. But there are... considerations."
His monastic vows aren't really a problem, to Koumyou. He's broken all the others except this one, after all. He eats meat, he smokes, he drinks, he gambles, he kills.
"As a Sanzo, I can do pretty much whatever I want. On paper, there are rules. In practice, I answer to no one."
That left the more mundane issues at hand. Namely...
Quietly, "...I wouldn't know what I'm doing, Devero."
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He takes another long drag of his cigarette, holds it in for a moment, and then stares at the ash collecting on the end as he exhales the smoke. To the priest, the way he's really burning through this cigarette is a sign of his own nerves.
"I'm not as immune to your charms as I may seem. But there are... considerations."
His monastic vows aren't really a problem, to Koumyou. He's broken all the others except this one, after all. He eats meat, he smokes, he drinks, he gambles, he kills.
"As a Sanzo, I can do pretty much whatever I want. On paper, there are rules. In practice, I answer to no one."
That left the more mundane issues at hand. Namely...
Quietly, "...I wouldn't know what I'm doing, Devero."