"Vice and virtue," Devero swears. His arms tightening around Koumyou presage him rolling the Sanzo over to the side, sandwiching him against the wall. He slides one hand up Koumyou's back and into the hair under the base of his braid, separating them enough so he can look him in the eyes.

"Part of me wants to tell you off for-- for risking-- that," he says, unable at the last moment to define 'that', "but you'd do it again, wouldn't you?"