As Amano leaned back he cleared the dishes, cutlery and 'soiled' napkin, his eyes firmly on his job and his master, once again utterly ignoring the brothers very existence and offering the mother a charming smile as their eyes meet before he leaves the hall. The tension in the air could be felt, though for a demon it was no mean feat to do so, the brothers were envious like all older brothers got when their youngest, weakest sibling had something new and special. It was such a base jealousy he doubt even the boys realised that their dislike for their brother wasn't out of simple hate but out of a sheer jealousy. Amano was free to do as he wished, if he was cut from the family he'd lose nothing in the long run and there were no real expectations of him where as the older ones had to be groomed for business. No doubt they were jealous of Amano's bond with their mother as well, though it was unlikely they'd admit such unless under torture, which was a briefly pleasing notion. The mother's tension was a whole different thing, it was from the kind of maternal instinct he'd never truly understand, it made him somewhat nauseous and so he was glad to be back in the now stifling kitchen. 

The cook was grumbling, muttering something about this 'new guy' but abruptly stopped when he entered, with all the charm of a snake he purred an offer to teach her some of the meals he was preparing so that she too could make them. Dismissed with a grunt and shrug he simply returned to his food, sleeves up once more and to work. The fish course was almost ready, it was so simple to prepare after all. While the herb butter melted atop the bright pink salmon fillet he added crushed peppercorn and diced sweet red peppers to the rice before neatly arranging in the bowl in an oval shape. There upon the fish was laid atop and placed upon the silver tray, the berry drink was simple enough. A handful of strawberries, raspberries, blueberries and black currents were crushed through a sieve, their juice added to a third a glass of water and stirred until one colour. When satisfied there was no seeds or leaves in the drink that too went upon the tray with a fresh napkin which was expertly folded into the shape of a butterfly, plucking a rose from the flower arrangements that were being changed, plucking each thorn from its stem he then hid it within a sleeve, which of course were pulled back down when serving.

With tray balanced on one hand he once more made his way through the halls to the dining area, he could hear voices once more and the tone of the mother seemed decidedly disappointed. How very fortunate for him, it would make his gesture a little less bold and a little more charming no doubt. Not a hair was out of place, not a splash of food or stain of grease upon his shirt as he made his way back around to Amano. How many years had this taken to learn? It would perhaps surprise Amano to know that there was a time he couldn't tell cod from salmon or a carrot from a banana. Though nothing of that showed upon his features, a rather stoic look upon his visage as most butlers were oft to wear and then once again he carefully set the table with fresh cutlery first, then the berry drink and finally the fish dish. With the silver tray beneath one arm and the butterfly Napkin in hand he gave it a shame until it unfurled and placed it in Amano's lap as before. However as he did so he flicked his wrist just so, the rose slipping from the cuff of his sleeve and with stem in hand he placed it almost 'accidentally' in the mothers lap. "Your meal Master."

If everything was to Amano's liking he turned to leave to continue with the other courses. The starter was practically ready, it just needed heating but the main needed his attention to make certain it was right and ready in time for the rest of the meal. He knew the air was thick with mixed feelings, Amano's father the cause of most of these and he had to fight back a smile as he made his way to the hallway. The boys who thought their father was amazing, who no doubt wanted to emulate him, the mother who was deep in sorrow and loneliness every time he stayed away. It was a wonderful stretch of luck that such things were happening, it would make the night so much easier for him. When the dunce brothers were out and Amano in bed he would 'hunt' the mother, she wouldn't be too hard to seduce and he could make it seem the other way around without much effort on his part. The brothers no doubt would return home separately making them easier targets for his hunting, one to be seduced and rebuffed, one to simply have a 'nightmare' visit.

Once back in the kitchen the staff were already clearing up and preparing for the next course which meant Illiendi had more room to work, the tray was wiped, not that a drop had spilled or a piece had fallen from place and the next course readied. The only reason he knew Marth was a previous master and while things had changed considerably the cuisine and standards of such a country rarely did. Where once the servants were slaves; in the days he was there, they were still held to a very high standard. Cup and saucer were placed upon the tray as he prepared the milk tea with honey for the starter. Again he busied himself until the food was all but ready, giving Amano fifteen minutes or there about to finish his fish course before once again, with silver tray in hand, slipping towards the dining area to, if the young noble was ready, start clearing away the dishes, napkin and cutlery.