The human seemed rather, quick, to change his mind but weren't they all? The temptation of power, the desire to keep it even if they didn't know why or what for. They were all like children playing with matches. Still, this one, while different from most did seem to like to talk a lot and yet had very little to say that honestly made any impact on him, it sounded in many ways as if the human was besotted already, while the demonic forms sinful potential could indeed have such affect he had thought it might take a while more, his last master had despised him, at least on an emotional level, for years. Such good fun and what a unique flavour he had had, certainly a fitting meal and now he had the chance for another, as long as he prepared it just right of course. 

"Illiendi." He repeated as the boy finally spoke something of note, a smirk took the corner of his mouth, "Well, now it is almost as if it is you who gives I too much credit, why, my king would be utterly furious to hear such praise coming from your mouth to any but him." Illiendi turned to face the human once more, his dark hair falling briefly over one eye, "Well then my master, the contract has been made, by naming me you have accepted the terms there in and it is legally binding on a level no ink and paper can hope to match." Illiendi stalked towards Amano and slipped his fingers -for they were no longer claws- up across his chest and above his heart. There he pressed his hand flat and a searing pain would carve into the mans chest. There would be no words to describe the abject burning sensation but it was over relatively quickly and where it had been a black brand appeared, [hider= a pentacle][img=http://i.imgur.com/RWdwjWZ.jpg][/hider] which would throb dully for a while to come. "This is my mark, with it comes the proof that you control me, touch your fingers to it and call my given name and I shall complete the task you ask of me. If I am not near to you I shall still hear the task if it is spoken aloud."