All of his focus goes to the man in the window. His laugh seems to fill his head completely, the sound causing his stomach to churn. His eyes widen as the man seems to change before his very eyes into something dark and sinister. Something that hell itself could only dream up. [i]'Oh god, it can't be. He looks, like a monster. Bu-'[/i] He's startled out of his thoughts as the man's face returns to a normal human looking face. All save for his eyes. For an instant there seems to be something there, almost like a madness just waiting to be unleashed on the world. But in an instant, the too is gone and Amano can once again think, abet sluggishly. His tongue seems to fuse to the roof of his mouth as the figure stands. A fear begins rising from somewhere deep within his primal mind. Like a small animal being stalked by a great best all he can do is press shimself more firmly against the door and tremble as the other approaches.

[b]"The how is simple, I carried you."[/b]

His voice causes the young man's body to quake slightly, his innards quivering with fear and unease. His eyelids slide a little lower as he tries desperately to get himself to flee from the figure stalking him.

[b]"The What, why it is an inn room, I did not know where you lived so I carried you here."[/b]

Swallowing hard Amano's eyes remain locked in the others' gaze. The image of being carried through the streets by this man makes his heart race, his tongue turning to sandpaper. His tongue darts out to try and wet his lips but to no avail.

[b]"What happened, oh now come come, you know that."[/b]

The stranger is so close to him now, and his mind begins to cast about, trying to figure out what he meant. [i]'How could I know, I was unconscious! This isn't, I don-'[/i] His mind goes numb, the heat coming of the man making him shiver. He flinches slightly as he spots the man's hand come up.

[b]"As for [i]who[/i] I am, well now. that is up to you, isn't it?"[/b]

For a moment Amano is dumbstruck, the taller man's following statement barely registering. Before he has time to think on it too hard though he lets out a yelp as the stranger grabs his hand and spins him around so he's back by the bed. A little off balance he grips the man's hand to keep from tipping over as the sheet flares around him for the spin then comes to settle back against his body. He takes a few moments, trying desperately to put everything together. When at last he finds his voice again the only thing that he can think about is what the man seems to want from him. Looking over into those sharp blue eyes he swallows thickly. “A name? You. . You want me, to give you a name? But, don't you already have one?” His voice drops a bit, “A-and it's not like such an honor should go to someone you just met, right? Someone like me. . .” His gaze falls and his sheet seems to droop a bit at the thought.