Look, the grace and precision and lethality is always there with Koumyou, but it's usually hidden. He's perfectly capable of a good flop, too.

Once Alfredo's back, he'll find that the priest hasn't moved except to push his own bangs out of his face. Koumyou sits up only once the kid returns, and reaches up one partially-covered hand for whatever's offered, and starts patting his face dry with it. "Thanks."

This would be awkward if Koumyou was the sort of guy to feel that around a stranger. Thankfully, he's not. But he'll at least offer a polite, "I can move if you were wanting to use the stage."