Illidnei set down the man's cutlery, the napkin this time folded into an elegant winged bird shape, though next the glasses went down, one by one, first Amano's, then one to his mother's side, and the last two closer to the brother's side of the table. "Do forgive me if I have been a little presumptuous but it would be such a waste not to enjoy such a good quality wine with ones family." Illiendi keeping up the air of utter ignorance to those spiteful little beasts and the mothers delicate and gentle nature. Illiendi set to pouring Amano's wine, half a glass, no a drop splashing or spilling on the rim of the glass, as one could only hope from such a 'skilled' butler of course. "This wine has a decidedly delicate flavour with an after taste of wild berries an black cherries. It'll compliment your meal wonderfully master." He purred to Amano, setting the meal down before him and once more tucking the tray under his arm. The napkin was then unfurled with that singular grace and smoothed into Amano's lap before the demon leaned away and allowed his master to digest the visual aesthetic's of the meal. 

Should the other three table occupants decide upon the wine he quietly and just as skillfully poured their classes to the same level before placing the remainder of the bottle in the middle of the table and once again excusing himself. The desserts were already chilling so there was nothing to prepare there which meant he had time to slip to the kitchen and deposit the tray and then leave via the servants exit to explore the household and memorize the lay out as best one could. The demon strode with an air of confidence and while he had no clue where he was headed at first the layout became rather obvious and logical the more he explored, the master bedroom was easily enough found and Amano's room, the smallest and furthest away from the others was obvious even before he'd turned the handle. His main desire though was to find the bathing room and locate the tub to ascertain how easily run the bath would be, a porcelain bath was installed however there were no taps or obvious ways one might fill the bath. Although there was a stopper in it's base which meant time had progressed at least some ways passed the old tin bath. 

The main meal would take approximately half an hour, or there about he had assumed and with the distance between any water source and the room it would take quite a while to run a hot bath. Unless. The demon absconded the bathing room and slipped to where the buckets were stored, two were taken and filled with cold water and carried up to the bathing suite where they were emptied into the bath. The plug held which was good and the water swirled at the bottom of the tub until the porcelain bottom was hidden. At this point with sleeves again rolled up Illiendi swirled in oils of lavender and chamomile, then back down the stairs with buckets in tow and such was repeated until the bath was three quarters fall with fresh cold water. It had taken perhaps twenty minutes for the baths drawing thus far and with a final run for yet more water he assumed the bath full enough. With the door closed Illiendi glanced to the porcelain and gauged its integrity before inhaling quietly, a spark of energy forming like golden firelight at the small gap between his lips and when he blew out a jet of heated air -though far from the fire breath one would assume of a demon- barraged the water and as he continued to exhale the water began to heat and finally steam began to rise from it. It would be a little hot for another fifteen minutes but there was at least that much time between the main and the dessert. Decorating the baths waters with Lavender blossoms and piling fresh, soft towels onto one stool, an array of oils and lotions to bathe his skin in upon a small tray which balanced neatly over the baths edges and a fresh silken robe hung at the doors back. 

Satisfied that the room was readied to his standards he slipped out again, shutting the door behind him and slipping back through the halls like a ghost until he was once more in the kitchens, not pausing in step as he grabbed the tray and made his way to the dining room where his master, had he timed the meal just right f course -it was never an exact science- was just finishing his main. Taking his typical place at his masters side he waited for the clear sign that the young lord was done and cleared the things. "I have run your bath master, it should be at the correct temperature after you have finished your dessert. Will you require my assistance with your bathing needs?" Straightening once cutlery and napkin cleared he glanced to the others at the table to see if they required anything of him and then off Illiendi went to retrieve the desserts. 

Two had been made, a beautiful crystal brandy glass was a third filled with a delicate light white chocolate mousse base, the air bubbles in such small and delicate looking. Atop this a light yellow lemon mousse filled another third of the glass, finely crumbled honeycomb was sparingly scattered atop and the berry coulis drizzled over the top in an intricate fleur de lis symbol.Each glass was placed upon the silver tray and accompanied with the most elaborate -and time consuming- of his napkin sculptures, a peacock with its tail fanned and both these napkins were a wonderful deep shade of red. Amano's tea was then made with the one teaspoon of honey as he had asked for and placed upon the tray along with the desserts. The tray was then lifted and with the same accomplished ease he head for the dining area, avoiding the feeble attempt at tripping him from the slightly disgruntled looking servant. 

Illiendi's mind was working several hours ahead of the now, though he was no less aware of the present. If Amano required his assistance in bathing then he would of course comply, which would put his duties to cleaning up his own mess behind by a time and make it harder to slip away to see the mother. However there was a chance, due to his brothers being present, that Amano would not ask for Illiendi's assistance which meant he would return to the kitchen to clean up the dirty plates. This gave the lady a chance to 'happen' upon him should she desire or him the excuse to happen upon her. It was a dirty game from human perspective but Amano had not asked for a good clean fight, he'd asked to become successful. The mother was proving to be an obstacle and he highly doubted Amano would allow him to kill her, the next best thing was to seduce her and win her round after. The brothers opinion mattered little, unless of course the father listened to them but even the fathers opinion ultimately meant nothing from what Illiendi had discerned from his little master. It was the mothers opinion thus far that seemed to concern Amano the most. 

Once more into the dining room and once more he sweeps across the room with all the grace of a deer in the woods, presenting first the spoons to the master and then his Mother before carefully placing the brandy glasses down before each of them. "I do hope this is to your liking." He uttered, allowing the peacocks to be admired a moment before a flick of the wrist had one sprawl out across Amano's lap, turning thereafter to repeat the motion for the mother and lightly brush out the creases -as he had with Amano's- as they landed. "I do hope my lady enjoys it as well." Then, awaiting orders from the two brutes, or indeed from his master or the mother he took a step back to Amano's side and awaited silently.