Amano watches with a keen interest as Illiendi sets out the food and wine, his curiosity piqued. However he keep his question to himself even as more and more string to his mind as the moments go on, trusting the demon to tell him what he needs to know for now. As he pours the wine the lack of that harsh bitter smell he is use to makes him smile and give Illiendi a grateful nod. He lets out a faint hum, looking over everything when the demon steps back. Ignoring a few rude mumblings from his brothers and the subsequent hushing from his mother Amano gives an approving nod and faint thanks for the meal before his mother speaks up as to her wish to try the wine.

As Illiendi caters to the rest of his present family the youngest takes in every aspect of the main course before leaning in to begin consuming it. The flavor pulls a very soft noise from him, and once again his brothers make rather uncouth jokes about it. He ignores them completely without trying, his complete focus on the meal. His mother does not even try to engage him in conversation, it being obvious to her eyes how much his focus is on the well prepared dish. Soon after Illiendi leaves the servants come in with the rest of the family's desserts. Amano's mother looks to the servant coming around the table and waves them off. “Illiendi is preparing me a dessert. Feel free to share mine amongst the staff.” The servant looks first to the chocolate pudding cake, topped with a flower made of a sliced strawberry, then to his mistress, then with a small bow returns to the kitchen with the small cake.

No one speaks for a while as the children enjoy the food before them, and the mother pours herself another glass of wine. Scooping up the last few bites Amano sits back with a content smile. His mother looks to him with an eyebrow raised in curiosity. “How was your meal dear?” He can tell from her slightly flighty tone that the glasses of wine she's had with the meal were not the first glasses she's had that day.

With a faint chuckle he nods to the now empty plate. “As with all of his dishes, it was exquisite mother. Perhaps you could have him make you a few one of these nights.” She titters softly, her gaze going to the kitchen door as it once more opens and Illiendi enters with the same grace and efficiency he seems to come by naturally as most do breathing. Cocking his head slightly at the question Amano glances to his brothers before murmuring softly, “I will manage on my own, thank you.” He knows he is thanking 'the help' far more often than is warranted, and in many cases, than is expected, however he can not help his polite nature, feeling that everyone deserves the same level of gratitude for their actions no matter their station.

When Illiendi re-appears Amano can not repress a light 'Ahhh' at the sight of the red peacocks. As Illiendi serves first him then his mother the young noble smiles wide, admiring the sight right up until it becomes nothing more than a regular napkin once more. He almost feels a little put out by the unfurling of such a fantastic creation, however his attention then turns to his dessert and his curiosity about the dish dispels his disappointment. He leans in, inhaling the smell of it deeply before taking up his spoon. As Illiendi falls back to his place back and tot he side of his chair Amano's older brothers grow tired of watching the display and excuse themselves from the table. As their mother waves them off they offer brief bows to her, out of habit, before heading off to their rooms to quickly freshen up before heading out. 

A couple of the staff exit the kitchen, clearing away the boys' messes. They are not as graceful or well organized as Illiendi, however it is clear that they are at least competent at their jobs. Amano does not see the occasional less than polite look they give to Illiendi, only growing more frequent as his mother proclaims passionately how much she adores the dessert. Never the most delicate of an eater it takes Amano only a handful of bites to down the delightful dish, and as he sits back with a sigh he once more thanks Illendi for the meal and offers him a smile. Looking to Chesia he offers his mother a little bow an excuses himself.

Quite sure at this point that Illiendi has his own plans for the evening Amano looks him in the eyes for a few seconds before giving him a slight nod and walking out of the hall. Once out of sight, or more precisely, out of Illiendi's sight, Amano lets out a long sigh and all but races up to the bathroom. From the moment he mentioned the bath Amano has been itching to get in and scrub the grime of the prior evening's events off of his body. He slips inside the bathroom just before Burtus comes out of his room and as a precaution Amano locks to door. [i]'Do not need one of them slipping in for a little “fun” before they head out to go wenching'[/i] Sticking his tongue out is distaste Amano makes his way towards the delightful smell coming off of the bath water.

At the sight that greets his eyes as he approaches the tub he lets out a faint groan and his entire body slouches. “I really need this. . .” he murmurs softly before making his way over to the clothes hamper. Quickly stripping down, flinching slightly when his clothing scrapes over the still rather sensitive brand, the young man dumps his clothing unceremoniously into the wicker basket before tottering over to the bath. He tries not to look down at the filth currently littering his body as he tests the water with a hand. [i]'Hot, but not scalding. He really is a perfect manservant'[/i] Another groan leaves his body as he slowly climbs in, settling his body down into the scented water. He has to bite his lip against crying out as the hot water strikes his brand, however he bares through the pain and eventually is able to relax into the soothing water completely.