The demon followed, barely blinking an eye as the lordling does his best to imitate the man he wants to be rather than the man his brothers and father insist he already is. He gives a slight smirk as the lord seems to startle the up until then non plussed server who had, perhaps even with a little contempt, seem less than pleasant when serving them in their booth. With all the manners one expects of a servant he both opens and holds the door for his Lord, allowing him first to cross and then stationing himself behind at least two steps and a half step to the right of Amano. He watches the lord as they walk through the streets through half closed eyes, keeping the 'demure' nature of a butler as one might expect of a highly paid and well bred servant. 

When called a dragon the demon smirks, though briefly before returning to the somber face of an indentured servant and continues with his graceful steps that barely seem to make a sound on the cobbles as they pass through the streets of the city. Only a fool would not notice the change that posture alone has caused in the townsfolk, eyes now falling upon him rather than scorning him and mutters rippling through the street. Imagine the difference when he and his master through their departure party or their return when this mouse had been whipped into the very definition of a master. Though the demon remained quiet, walking with his own posture straight as a pole and with head held high but not at a level with a lords. 

When finally Amano broke the silence the demon gave a slight, bird like tilt of his head and a brief grin, "You did well Master, there were indeed a good many more people looking at you than when we walked onto the streets first. This time your demeanor demanded you be noticed rather than wished you into oblivion." It always struck him how odd it was that so many humans didn't' seem to notice the importance of such simple things as posture, gestures, tone, even mental attitude and how they all worked to paint a better picture of a man or a boy. Commoners could switch places with Kings -and had- with little more than soap and some common etiquette lessons and yet people seemed to think it was so very hard. It had been no accident he had not been seen when fleeing the scene of his summoning, his posture had all but made him invisible despite the fact he was carrying an unconscious boy and yet now, he knew he could take his pick of most of the common women and likely some of the highborn too, if he so desired it. 

At the mention of ships the demons eyes cast about the dismal bay, for some reason big cities seemed to have such a depressive atmosphere to their docks. As if all the dank, filth and misery sunk into these little pockets, usually one could find anything they desired here from illegal goods to whores all for varying amounts of coin depending how good ones skill with their tongue was. "It sounds like as good a place as any to start, how do you wish to approach this [i]my master[/i]. Shall we split up to find the best Captain at the lowest price or would you prefer to work together which undoubtedly will make such work slower but likely seem more earnest and believable."