He's said yes. He's said yes. Devero inhales sharply and holds for a moment, just staring, as if he's not sure he heard that right-- or perhaps waiting for the cruelty to come into Koumyou's eyes, the smirk to twist his lips, the laugh at Devero's expense.

But that moment passes and Koumyou doesn't yank back the word and Devero rises on his knees, lifting his hands towards the priest's face. "Sanzo," he breathes reverently. "May I kiss you?"