Between Koumyou's unconscious magic and the heat that Devero's big furnace of a body puts off naturally, their little nest of blankets gets comfortable quickly. The air (and the sake) are both still cold, as are the snacks their host had left for them (not that that stops Devero from munching on the crispy, fatty treats), but Devero's so warm otherwise, he hardly notices.

And really, it's not just the blankets or the heatstones keeping him that warm.

He has, perhaps, had a couple more little porcelain cups of sake when Koumyou speaks again, which probably explains why he's, ah, very candid in response. "Agreed. Real informal, too. Can we maybe not do that? I mean, I don't want to wait too long, because of the tether thing, but I..."

He kind of trails off there, draining the last of his current cup of sake rather than finish his thought.