Devero reaches up with one hand trailing water to brush bangs away from Koumyou's face, tucking the soft, pale locks of hair behind his ear. "If it's going to take years anyway, maybe I should focus on brushing up on what I already know," he says with a little huff. "My Tri-Delta's absolutely disgraceful, never mind learning magic."

It doesn't take much of an inclination of his face to touch his forehead to Koumyou's-- well, temple this time, given the way they're turned relative to each other. "I can leave the incredible feats to the incredible practitioners, hm?"