With a light bow the naked Demon disappears out the window and is gone, leaving Amano alone with his thoughts and the room. Time passes and the sun is reaching its peak in the sky when finally he returns. Slippingi n with the same quiet grace with which he left. A pile of clothes and pair of shoes folded on his arm. He too had found something suitable to wear. A black suit jacket, white shirt and cravat, ruffled lace at the sleeves with straight legged trousers and clean, neat black shoes. For Amano a grey suit, slightly richer in quality than the one he had found -which oddly seemed almost tailored to his size and fit him perfectly- was placed on the foot of the bed for Amano to help himself to. 

"I wasn't seen by the servants or any passers by, though I did have a telegram posted to your father that you were running a little late and would be home this afternoon before supper. I also picked up a copy of the news." He dropped the paper upon the bed on top of the clothes. "Though I can tell you the headlines if you want, needless to say a lot of strange things happened last night and some very unfortunate things happened to specific people." Chief among those were the death of a Lordly family leaving only the Master alive, servants, pets and his wife and children died in a mysterious blaze. Lady Charlotte Grey who was famed for her beauty wore a veil to town and refused to lift it for anyone, even her fiancee and a small handful of other lords and ladies seemed to have suffered similar bizarre turns of events. 

"I was thinking you could take lunch before you returned to your estate, it would give you time to contemplate a story you wish to tell your family." The demon leaned back against the window, inspecting his nails which, despite being of the right hue now still had a bird like appearance, in fact his whole form, posture and appearance, seemed to scream of some kind of majestic but deadly bird.