A low noise rolls at the back of Amano's throat as he simply lets the water work it's way into his body, soothing his muscles, warming his skin. Amano has a great love for nice hot baths, though he tries not to have them too often, not wanting the delight of them to wear off by taking them too close together. He has oft noticed in life that if one has too much of something they enjoy more often than is warranted then the wonder of such things is swiftly lost and one is left to try and find the next great thing. [i]'There are only so many things in this life that are a true delight to each individual, and should one get through all of them, one is left in a world where nothing holds any wonder for them any more. I can see my brothers heading swiftly down this path, taking night after night to further take themselves away from who they once were and into what our father is now. . .It is sad for me, though I bare no great liking for them, my love for my family makes such things feel quite tragic'[/i]

As his thought move on the sound in his throat grows from an odd low tone to a very distinct groan. [i]'Now is not the time to be thinking of such things. I have my bath, and I have not had one like this in over a week. Tonight I must get clean and off to bed for I suspect that tomorrow will be chocked full of things to do'[/i] His eyes refuse to open even as he wills them to. For a good long minute he is unable to move at all, the weight of not only everything that has happened, but everything that is about to, weighs him down like a great stifling pile of rocks that only grows collapses further upon him with each stone he manages to shift. A hint of panic enters his mind at the thought, memories of tales told him by several people in town how easy it is to fall asleep and drown in a bathtub.

[i]'I must move, I can not let the heat take me, the warm blanket of water lull me to sleep so it may take me to the other world without a fight. Move your bones Amano, you aim to be far greater than any before you, how can you even think of accomplishing this if you can not even keep yourself from drowning in nothing more than three feet of water, hmm?'[/i] He feels silly giving himself a pep talk, however it does the trick and after a few seconds he manages to pull his eyes open, pushing with his feet until he's sitting up a little straighter than the slope of the back of the tub. His hands come up to play idly with the petals drifting lazily along the surface of the water. Unused to such things in his baths Amano amuses himself with them for a time, until at last the ache from his body seems almost a memory, and the water beneath the petals catches his attention.

Fighting back the urge to simply flee the already faintly filthy water the young noble reaches for a sponge hanging from a hook near the tub and begins scrubbing off what he can reach. [i]'Perhaps I should have had Illiendi aid me after all. I am sure my back is dirty, and while I can scrub back there with a relative amount of success, I can not be sure I got it all. . .'[/i] He stares at the sponge for a few seconds before deciding to just keep scrubbing until the sponge no longer appears filthy after a round of scrubbing. It takes some time, but eventually Amano is confident that he is as clean as he can be, and with a light huff he pulls himself to his feet. Glancing around he spots the pile of towels waiting to be used and smiles softly. [i]'I am beginning to wonder if there is any chance of him ever forgetting something or needed correction'[/i] 

The young man does not count the earlier event of having to tell Illiendi that he will not take a wife just to have an angle for becoming what he longs to be. [i]'For he does not seem to understand love. One could not expect him to know my own views on the matter of something he himself does not comprehend'[/i] Stepping out of the now lukewarm water he is careful to lay out a towel to stand on before beginning to dry himself. The slick nature of the bathroom floor has claimed more then one life in this town, and Amano refuses to be added to that number. Not when it is so easily avoided. He towels off carefully, not wanting to rub off all the oils Illiendi mixed into the water to help his skin and keep him from stinking of young hormonal male. He is especially careful around his brand, his eyes falling to half mast as he once more admires if fondly.

Though it hurt to be places, and still pains him on occasion, for some reason Amano feels so drawn to the mark, it's beauty and the power it gives him almost intoxicating when he focuses on it for too long. [i]'With this, I will become far more than anyone ever though of me, and though I may lose my soul in the process, at least I will leave this life knowing I have lived it, and with others not being able to deny that I lived'[/i] He snaps out of his thoughts at the sound of a someone knocking at the door. With a faint cough he wraps one of the towels in place around his waist before calling out for whoever it is to enter. He quickly straitens up, remembering that he's suppose to look a certain way in front of people, Illiendi's disapproving head shake flashing before his eyes. The demon has never looked at him quite like that, however it is not hard to put an expression he sees so often on a now familiar face.

A kind face old woman enters, offering Amano a slight nod before wandering over to the clothes hamper. The young man lets out a sigh. The day having made him so use to having far more in a servant the normal acknowledgments from the staff feel wholly inadequate. [i]'If it were my father in here, or even my mother, perhaps even one of my brothers, she would have waited for them to finish before retrieving the wash. However that is not the case. It is only me, the youngest, he who will inherit nothing of the household save a name, and even that is not a definite'[/i] She offers another nod before exiting and he slouches slightly as she closes the door behind her, leaving him once more alone in the bath chambers. He finishes quickly, pulling on one of the clean robes hanging along one wall before slipping out into the hallway.

He moves swiftly down the soft carpet running the length of the hallway, ascending the stairs at the end and practically running down yet another hallway until at last he reaches his room. The bath and other facilities are on the opposite side of the house than his room, he having the equivalent of a finely furnished guest room in the opposing wing to his family. Down bellow him are the servant quarters, and down the rest of the hall are indeed guest rooms. The only thing making his room better than the rest is that he has a corner room, giving him to walls with windows to the outside rather than just one. As he slips inside he notices that once more the servants have not yet lit his fireplace, however he does not mind, the night being warm enough that it is not strictly necessary. Much of the floor of his room is hard wood, the only carpeting being under his four poster bed and the area directly around it. 

Taking the one towel he took with him when he left the bathroom and placing it open on his head, Amano takes a few steps into the room before noticing that something feels a little off. A moment later he spots Illiendi and smiles. “That bath was wonderful, thank you Illiendi. I fear I left a frightful mess for the cleaning staff to scrub with all the crud left on my body from the events of the night previous.” His eyes drop to the floor. Having no one other than Illiendi around to see him Amano takes on a more comfortable stance as he waits for the demon to speak. He can feel his shyness creeping back in as he realizes he's not wearing clothes, strictly speaking, however it is easy to pass of the faint flush on his cheeks as what he acquires from his near run to the room up stairs and down halls.