"Koumyou, please--!" Devero begs him. His hands are on Koumyou's but he's afraid to force them apart, lest he cause more damage than he'd be preventing. He knows how delicate hands are...!

Oh, Devero.

"You don't really want me to hurt you, do you?" he asks, tugging futilely at Koumyou's wrists. He meets his eyes, but the priest's gaze is inscrutable. "I don't-- I don't think I can--!"

Oh, Devero.