As soon as they entered the demon dropped into his place as a servant, he remained at the distance one would expect and while he held his head prouder than most in this dismal establishment it was tilted just enough to make him seem humble rather than a noble himself. There he stood as the boy picked his target and dropped into conversation with him with easy words of friends rather than that of business. Honestly Illiendi did not much care for how Amano got the job done, just that he did and since none others heard the two, to busy drinking and wenching to much care what a noble lord wanted here he could speak as he wished. Those who were in the need for such knowledge there were circumvented by the demon who found innocent enough ways to keep them away, from missing stools to accidental drink spillages he made it look utterly accidental. 

Finally they were freed from the inner festering guts of such a dismal place and the demon brushed ah and through his hair once out in the sunlight as if to shake off the gloom that had lingered inside the tavern. Too much like home, demons did not escape the bowels of hell to fall into the filth and scum that humans built in its image. He didn't miss a step and followed silently, "Oh my Master I was moved." Illiendi pulled off a step that was half skip and half a dance to be in front of his little master just as his head begins to sink, catching iti n those warm, slender fingers of his and lifting his head to meet Illiendi's eyes. "Utterly moved, what a wonderful act, why, even I nearly bought it." Thumb brushing the boys jaw line he tapped his cheek, "Head up." He hadn't broke stride, walking backwards and keeping pace with his master with all the ease a human would forward, "Whenever I look at you I want your eyes to be level with mine, not the dirt. A man who looks at dirt all day will never rise above it, I thought we had higher goals." Once again he smiled that unnerving smile that held both comfort and intimidation in equal measure. 

With that he dropped back beside and behind his master with that same odd, almost bird like, grace that he seemed to have mastered. "Lucky indeed, unless he speaks to your father before we do. Though either eventuality works to our advantage in the long run, hopefully he'll hold his tongue until we return to your family home. Now, the fishery he said, correct?" Nodding towards a Sloop with the name 'Angry Lad' emblazoned cheaply on its side. Cheap was good, it meant money and fame would buy the man easily, all good Captains had two loves, rum and their ship. "Captain Jusler." He uttered, getting a grip for the name as he approached closer, "What is my Masters wish?" His tone, while it implied many things, mainly seemed to hint at how to handle this current situation, whether he himself should handle the Captain or allow Amano too.