Koumyou doesn't even reach for his sake. He's not going to down that fancy stuff in some futile attempt to put out the fire in his mouth!

Tears are streaming down his face, and he has to clear his throat mid-chew to avoid a cough.

"...Not sure if I want the wedding cake from this world," he croaks, "or if I want one just to make everyone who comes to the party eat a piece..."

Evil, evil priest.