[i]'Why be modest now? Well all this nudity was involuntary and I may have been shy about this before but now it brings up unpleasant memories? That's why the modesty'[/i] Amano looks past the demon out the window. [i]'He'll go get me clothes? That'll be nice. He really seems to be full service'[/i] The young man shakes his head at the foolish notion, covering the tender flesh of his new brand with his palm. [i]'It's as big as my hand'[/i] He muses absentmindedly. Amano begins thinking desperately for something for Illiendi to do that wouldn't seem menial when he chokes slightly at the man's words. His body flushed and he looks to Illiendi. The tone in his voice sends Amano's mind to rather different places than he's use to and he bites his bottom lip softly. 

“My, um, my address is 401 Crescent. My rooms on the second floor looking out over the alley. I, um, don't think anyone will be around aside for the servants.” Scooting over to the bed he yanks off the blanket, the sheet having been commandeered, and throws it over his shoulders. Pulling it tight he clears his throat. “I would be very grateful to you if you would retrieve some clothing for me, yes, and um, while you are gone I will try to think of something for you to do. . .For me. . .That won't bore you to death, heh.” He swallows hard, looking to the room's other occupant with a sort of sheepish half smile. “I don't know what kind of. . Mast. . . I will make either, but I will do my best.” Taking a deep breath he kneels gently on to the bed and turns so he can sit with his back against the headboard. One hand comes out from under the blanket and he rubs his temples firmly. [i]'This is so weird. . . .'[/i]