There is, perhaps, a touch of wariness in Devero as he sees the scripture rise up before his face-- right up until Koumyou blows him that kiss. How can he be afraid of it, when it's a part of this man he's already grown so, so fond of? Respect its power, yes, as he would expect someone to respect Babysitter, but fear it? No.

He reaches up, fingers caressing the curve of what feels like fine paper, then leans down past it to try and get a real kiss from its priest.