Koumyou turns that skinny back, unconcerned about her little zappy stick. Just gonna casually go to every door out of this room and tap them, laying on the sealing spells. They won't last more than a few hours without his undoing them, in case he forgets.

The talk of Devero's record sets him into an actual laughing fit, "Oh, yes," Koumyou says around his mirth, as he seals the last door. "His eight kills, all vetted to be what was it... without recourse? Unavoidable? Whatever. What a terrifying man! Truly, unhinged."

Koumyou turns away from the last door, and slowly approaches Valdana.

"Clearly, he needs someone to manage him, hm? Break him down from the inside out? Poison his mind and heart against him, train him to think he's worthless, that he can only be rendered safe by a firm hand and a heavy leather collar?"

The priest pauses once he's only a few feet away again, the coldness behind his eyes replacing his earlier mirth more and more with every word.

"That giving consent when he was fragile and hurting, means consent to anything, ever, forever? You sure did a number on him, politician who's ego is too strong to let her retreat even a step, even when her former victim begs her to for her own safety."