His face is completely covered by his hands, but he peeks sidelong through his spread fingers at Koumyou. Maybe he's waiting for judgment, or distaste, or a slow spreading smile, predatory and sharp, as possessive fingers latch around his throat--

The priest looks baffled. And he's from another world, and he's not experienced like Devero the whore is and maybe-- maybe he doesn't know about kink.

Devero's hands slide down to cover just his mouth, then lower to reveal a nervous smile. "If I tell you it's a weird, embarrassing sex thing that I don't really want to talk about right now, can we let it go?"