Devero wraps his arms around Koumyou again and leans on him a little. "If I can even learn it," he says quietly. "Just because I have chi doesn't mean I'll even be able to use it the way you do."

He chews on his lower lip. "...It is a good reason," he admits. "But I still want to learn it from you anyway, even if it might not be... safe." He laughs a little, humorlessly, as he looks away again. "I don't want to learn it from you because I think it'd upset you if I didn't, I want to because... because I want to. I..."

He realizes then, why he wants to, and says it sort of uncertainly. "I don't want to be afraid of you." He shifts a little, hands separating and fingers probing briefly around the top of Koumyou's trunks until they find the rolled up scroll of the sutra and brush it. "Of any part of you."