A shiver runs through his body when Illiendi replies simply to his long tirade. He's never noticed before this day, but as it begins dawning on Amano just how much he's been talking lately, he thinks back and realizes just how much he will talk when given the opportunity or incentive. [i]'I suppose I can understand why. I mean, as the youngest, I've never really had much say around my family, or even around town with the local nobles and the like that my father forces me to get to know. Illiendi gives me a feeling of control I've never had before, and since he listens to me in such a nonjudgmental way, I guess I feel more able to express myself around him. . . .I like the feeling'[/i] He pauses as Illiendi slips in front of him and begins fixing him up.

He hadn't even noticed himself slipping, but as those cool efficient hands make their way over his body, he doesn't really even try to think back to how it happened. Instead he looks to the taller male and listens carefully to his word, his head once more falling ever so slightly to help him take in the information. When he is done talking about his background and asks about Amano's father the boy's head comes up and he bites his lip a little in thought. Then after a few seconds he shakes his head. “No, he won't mind. However, he will, because you are with me, assume you are. . .” He hesitates to use the word on his mind, but decides being strait forward is best. “He'll think you're cheap, in all facets of that word. . .”

 Glancing back at his home over Illiendi's shoulder he huffs lightly. “I'm sorry if he's an ass to you, but you'll more than prove him wrong. All of those who work for father are less than half as good as you are even when all their skills are put together.” Amano does not think particularly ill of his father's servants, however after being around Illiendi for just half a day, watching him, he knows that his father is the one with cheap help. Once Illiendi is satisfied with his posture and appearance He continues their trek to his house. As he mounts the steps up to his front door, the dark finished wood looming over him like a gaping maw, Amano can feel himself getting more and more nervous. However as he reaches the top step, his hand comes up to touch the brand and he can feel his nerves settle.

He pushes the doors open slowly, the hinges well oiled so they swing silently inward as the two of them step through. The large front foyer is devoid of bodies and the young man sighs lightly. He knows he should have let Illiendi open the doors for him, but his habit of doing things for himself is not going to die anytime soon. He does however let the demon close the door behind them as he makes his way across the foyer towards the dinning hall. [i]'It is nearly dinner time, and if I can get mother and whichever brothers are home tonight out of the way, then all I'll have to worry about later is father'[/i] His steps to not falter as the sounds of voices ahead makes him want to flee. He's always been the bottom wring, having to ask for everything in his life. Suddenly announcing to his family that he's done such a big thing on his own has his insides hopping. 

He once more reaches up to touch his brand and with it's settling effect he relaxes a bit before opening the door to the dinning hall. The hall is quite decedent, the lush tapestries on the walls, an the large windows behind the head of the table giving it a rather tall look. The table itself is long enough to fit the entire family and at least twenty guests, and the door opposite the one Amano stands in leads directly to a short hall that goes to the kitchen. Looking to the left, towards the head of the table, Amano sees his mother already seated. He large layered dress fluffs out, looking very much like it's trying to escape the confines of the arm rests of the fine wooden chair she's sitting in. He spot at the table is at the right hand of her husband, meaning from Amano's vantage point she sits on the left hand side of the table.

Across from her are two of his brothers, the youngest two. The two are dressed in their finery, meaning they will be leaving after dinner, most likely to go wenching. They had taken after their father as far as looks go, their shoulders broad and hair light brown, while Amano had more of his mother's frame and hair color. The eldest has the broad build but also carries his mother's hair color, but he keeps it short unlike Amano who's always liked the feeling of long hair. Someones he'd wished that he was bigger, like his father and brothers, but as he became more and more skilled with his blade, he grew proud of his slight build.

As the door swings open all eyes turn to him, and his mother stands to greet him. “Amano. Where have you been!? You were gone all night, and your father said not to worry, but I. . . .” Her voice trails off as Amano moves into the room, Illiendi walking behind him in his usual spot. She stops her advance on her little boy to gaze at the beast, and Amano is not surprised whatsoever at he sudden and obvious infatuation with Illiendi. He stops a pace from her, his eyes firmly on her and not his bothers, who seem ready to start picking on him any moment.

“Mother, this is Illiendi. He is going to be my manservant from now on. He is well trained and thus far has proven to be most skilled in his duties.” She tears her gaze away from the captivating male as Amano speaks, confusion etched in her features. “I purchased him on my own coin, so he is mine alone to command.” he glances at his brothers at this, their looks of irritation at him making him a little afraid for an instant before he remembers that all he needs to do is call Illiendi and he'll protect him. “However while we are still under this roof I assure you he will follow house rules. Also, I am sorry to have worried you, but last night Illiendi's boat came in late and I wanted to meet him at the dock.” He knows he is most likely sort of lying to his mother, but he can not say otherwise if he wishes to keep the peace at the moment.

His mother, though often viewed as quite dim, is sharp when it comes to certain things. At the words “while we are still under this roof” her slightly dazed expression vanishes and she stands a little taller. “What do you mean, while under this roof? You do not mean you plan on leaving?”

From their place at the table his brothers begin calling out. “Yeah, he's going to run off with his new lover to his secret base outside town!” The older one, Tawney, calls out, laughing openly at the idea.

“Are you kidding!?” Says the other loudly. Burtus is a good head shorter than the older one, even shorter than Amano by a few inches, giving him a rather stout look. “There's no way Amano will ever let go of mommy's skirt, let alone score a guy like [b]that[/b]! He's gonna die a virgin brother, and you know it.” 

They both dissolve into laughter, but his mother is not distracted in the least. Her sharp gaze is still locked on her youngest son. Amano however can not help turning slightly red at the insults, his head threatening to fall. However he takes a steadying breath and manages to keep himself from slouching down. “I will be discussing my plan with father later, and if he wishes to share it with you, mother, he shall.” The boys at the table stop laughing. They are so use to their little brother cowing under them that the rather strait forward, not to mention well worded response to their mother's accusation has them a little stumped.