"Oh!" Koumyou twists on the floor so that he can look over at Devero's seat. It's easy to do, at least, with the soft cloth of his robe versus the smooth wooden stage.

Even if he is rather tired, now.

"I don't mind if it's you."

And in fact, he holds out one partially-covered hand toward Devero and wiggles his fingers in obvious invitation. Come here?