Of course he followed with his usual practically perfect form, not uttering a word out of place until the young master had finally begun speaking. He asked for no directions and followed effortlessly behind his master like a shadow at his side, never more than two paces behind and always slightly to the side. He allowed the boy his piece, the conversation clearly had startled him, his reaction evident in those rosy cheeks and for a moment that cold hardness in those bright eyes seemed a little softer. Though like a cloud over the sun it was soon gone leaving only that cold apathy behind. The entire conversation was permitted to occur as the boy spilled tales of his no doubt hell-bound brothers and the one already married, then turned the topic from sex, marriage and the continuing of the family line to love. 

Illiendi understood sex, he understood marriage and he understood reproduction, he understood a good many sciences that would not be ready for this world for hundreds of years yet and he knew more about the stars and the sun than he could care to tell. He knew every name of the Angels and most of his brethren's of note. He knew the sins and the virtue's, maths, science, geography but a peculiar look came to his face at the mention of the word love. Illiendi didn't break step and nor did he seem overtly moved by the word save the scrunching of his brow and an almost confused and quizzical look upon his face. As he was about to comment upon this notion of 'love' the conversation shifted and was directed towards him and his 'home'. 

"One would not call where I am from a home, it is no more a home than a jail is for a criminal, a criminal who has done no wrong but been punished for convenience. It is a place filled with fire so hot it would melt the skin and muscle from your flesh if you ever fell in, where the rocks themselves are so hot underfoot your feet bleed and blister. The beds are little more than flattened stone. My home is perhaps a little more...complex, than the average of my kind, perhaps one day you will see it for yourself. There is no Love where I am from, no Hope, No Compassion, No Charity, No Serenity, No Grace. Why do you think we answer the calls? To us it does not exist, to them it is all they live and to you, you flaunt it before us like a bone before a caged dog. So innocent, so...foolish." Illiendi trailed off and corrected his own posture while following along, "So Enviable." He added quieter, with a faint smile that still didn't reach his eyes. 

Illiendi had survived a millenia now without the graces of the seven virtues and while the lesser of his kin, the lower ranking demons would faunicate in hopes of creating 'love' it only ever turned into lust. So frustrated did many of kin get that they would often answer the summons and pull themselves free from hell only to kill their master and take his place as human, few ever got away with such and the others often smote them down before they could so much as enjoy the first of the new pleasures offered up to them. Perhaps they became 'hopeful' or more accurately they were desperate, hell was hell for demons as well as the souls that fell there. In fact most demons of the lower ranks were created by the souls fallen into hell's clutches and a good few hundred years of torment. Nothing though that he would subject Amano too, he had a wish to fulfill before the full fury of hell came to meet him. 

Changing the subject back around he continued, "You will tell your father and brothers you have decided on a match from those he has chosen, I ma sure you can spin him some tale of how you need something to sanctify your heart on your voyage. You will promise to write her as often as possible and when we are away there will be a tearful goodbye. You will then write to her and your engagement, as well as your fiancee's wistful love sick heart, will spread word of your adventures and endear you further to the people. Love for the moment is an unnecessary distraction, you will have time for love but for now you need people on your side." Illiendi grew quiet then for a moment, seemingly contemplating something, "do you know the names of the girls of which you are to be betrothed? If so I can go and gather information on them now and find the one which is the best match for you? Perhaps you will even find you...love...her?"