Amano watches the demon with a curious smile as he lights the hearth. He contemplates telling him there is not need, however he decides better of it. [i]'Illiendi does what he does for reasons I may not yet understand, and I shall let him do such, unhindered, when I can'[/i] He hums softly, passing behind Illiendi on his way over to the desk to light the lamp waiting there. He slows only slightly in his trek when the offer to clean the mess before it is seen comes up, but holds back his reply until he has the lamp lit. “I spend my days outside the city much as of late, and as such, this shall not be the first time they have had to clean up after my misadventures. They should suspect nothing out of the ordinary, so we should leave them to it. You and I have more important matters to attend to I believe.”

Turning up the lamp to add to the light already flooding his room from the flame in the fireplace Amano turns to look at the demon as he speaks once more. He meets the other man's eyes and nods in agreement to them having planning to do. He listens intently to the list of everything they have yet to accomplish before they head out, his head tilted down slightly. That is until the subject of his mother comes up. Even as the demon goes on to speak of “Silencing” his brothers, a disturbing word choice that would at most times have him more than a little on edge, Amano remains stuck on his mother.

[i]'There is no doubt he has already done something to her. I pray there is no need for this worry rising in my chest, but, perhaps, I should make sure. After all, he is a demon, and I have no idea of his real capabilities. . .'[/i] His ears remain sharp, even as his thoughts flow distractedly in another direction, and when the other man falls silent his head comes up to address the matters stated to the best of his abilities before he brings up the most pressing matter. With a faint cough he even manages a smile at the thought of Illiendi silencing his brothers. Many vague images run through his head, childish ones. Ones that had long festered in the back of his mind, growing with each strike of each kick and each insult thrown from foul lips.

Taking a breath he tilts his head to the side. “Deal with my brothers as you see fit, I only request them not be killed, or maimed as so they can not maintain their stations. I carry no great liking for my brothers, however mother would be devastated should they suddenly lose an eye or some such.” He manages not to stutter as he speaks of his mother and with a nod he takes a step back, slipping into his desk chair with a sift sigh. Pulling open one of the drawers he takes out several sheets of parchment and his writing kit. More use to charcoal pencils, his calligraphy is not exactly the most beautiful out there, however he feels it is good enough for writing a simple list.

It crosses his mind for an instant that he is once more engaging in a task a manservant may be expected to perform, however he brushes the thought aside. [i]'I may have him here to wait on me hand and foot, however that is not what I wish of him. I do not wish to grow lazy just because there is someone else around to complete the task with more skill than I'[/i] And Amano has no doubt that the demon's writing skills far exceed his own, but he stand by his decision, unscrewing the cap to his inkwell and setting aside the parchment. [i]'If there is something more important, something that actually has to look professional, I will let him do it, no question'[/i]

Looking to Illiendi he decides to next address the issue of his sleeping accommodation before mentioning what he really wants to talk about. With a rather impassive look he says quite calmly, his distraction perhaps coloring his judgment. “As for where you sleep, I do not mind. The servant's quarters are on the floor just below me, and all the guest rooms are empty, but if you would rather stay close, I do not know how you feel about sigh things, however my bed is huge and I do not move very much in my sleep, or so I have been told by the servants.” He does not give his words a second thought before he sets down his quill and turns in his seat to properly face the demon.

He thinks a moment of how to phrase his queries and decisions before looking up into those exotic eyes and speaking his mind. “I do not know, nor do I think I want to know, though I have my suspicions, what you did to gain my mother's assent in my plans to leave, however I must ask that you say not a word, nor even threaten to do so, to my father. He is not a powerful man, but my mother is frail, and while he has had little occasion to do so, I have never seen him hold back when he feels that she has wronged him. She does not hold it against him, this apparently something to be expected in such a respected household, or so I have been told, however I personally do not approve of such actions, and will not have any part, no matter how remotely, in them coming about. Nor do I wish my mother to live in fear of such a thing coming about.”

He fights to keep his gaze up, a part of him feeling that Illiendi may actually approve of his attempt to look and sound resolved, but beside that, he really is resolved on the matter. “While a man may have as many woman as he wishes in this era, if my mother is discovered to have done anything less than be completely faithful to my father, there is nothing to protect her from his wroth.” He takes in a slow breath before continuing. “I know you tell me I need not explain, however this may prove useful to you in our travels. While I over all disapprove of the disregard for woman, it is only my mother that I am forbidding you to threaten with exposure, if that was even your intention to begin with. I do not presume to know your mind, I just wish to be cautious, leaving such things not to chance, but to certainty.” Having said his bit, Amano returns his attention to the parchment, taking up his quill and dipping it in the well as he waits for whatever comes after his little speech.