"Oh," Koumyou can't read Devero's mind, of course, but he's known him for over half a year now, and his past. And how much he'd loved... her.

And he's sharp and insightful, despite how he likes to act.

So it doesn't take much of a stretch to guess this is something about that old, secret, highly-abusive 'kinky' relationship. The priest sets the bottle and his own empty cup aside for now, and scoots away just a little--

But just to reach up and try to pull Devero down against himself, now.

"My sweet Devero."