There's not a twitch of protest from Devero when Koumyou scoops him up with the sutra. In fact, he turns his cheek into the paper near his shoulder, nuzzling it just to feel the rasp of his stubble against the living parchment. (Not that it feels any different from when it's inert parchment, but.)

Only when they're in their sleeper car does he start to wriggle, patting himself down clumsily to find his ticket and let them into their room.