Hey, Dev's happy to close his eyes and enjoy the massage. His quiet is that mindless, pleasant quiet of someone who's just enjoying being taken care of himself.

The limb in Koumyou's grip does go tense, though, when Koumyou asks that, and he sits upright in the water with a splash. "I wasn't asking!" he protests quickly. He pulls his arm away so he can put his hands up, palms out. "I'm not, I promise.

"You're just so-- amazing," he continues helplessly, lowering his hands back into the water. "Can you blame me for wanting to be a little bit like you?"