Yusho
Yusho's forehead furrowed disarmingly, pinching the skin between his eyes as his brows curled. How was he supposed to take that? The mighty and famed usually had no shortage of compromising, queer, or debauching hobbies, but this sounded kind of blasphemous too. Sex gods were, in his experience, a vernal-looking yet jaded bunch, but they didn't exactly conduct the business of veneration over pornography. Could he count this vampire as a highly prestigious sex worker then? Roman certainly acted like it, but it wasn't as if he had the expectations of a saint towards his student. Unless he was of the sort to offer all his worldly possessions to an object of idolization.
"That must be the most sexual kind of idolatry I've heard of," he said, mildly scratching at his beard. Reaching out an arm, he steadied Roman too. "Moderation, Roman."