Illiendi, while keeping the composure befitting his new station, was pleasantly surprised at how well he was received by the Lord, while he had said nothing of it obviously there was a possibility of rejection. The man though was no fool at least, to send away such a 'good' servant would have been folly but prideful men often did not think in terms of service but in terms of their ego. This was good, it meant the old man was capable of rational thought and would not simply dismiss the youngest out of hand, the concern in the boys eyes was evident and while his expression didn't' change he relished the uncomfortable air the two were emitting. It didn't surprise him that Chesia was too busy fawning over her husband to pay him much mind and it indeed made things easier, a clumsy wife was more likely to reveal an affair than the man involved. 

It seemed the Lord was so pleased with the servant he began to gush compliments, about the food, naturally but Illiendi played the part of modesty and humility. "My Lord honours me with his praise, as a servant to the noble Lord Hughes this is the least I can do." He offered that odd smile of his, charming and disarming, accompanied with another little bow. When questioned what Amano had planned the butler glanced to the door way and there walked in his little Lord. The father's next words also amused the demon, though no word was spoken of it and the flicker of amusement in his eyes was too quick to catch. Aiding the young man in sitting he listened quietly to his next orders and gave a soft nod of understanding, "Would you care for me to take her a plate to her room?" With the answer he gave another nod, straightened and disappeared back into the kitchen to get Amano's lime. 

The cook was awake now, grumbling about Illiendi while the other tried to pacify him. Both fell silent in the demon's presence and the demon gave a smile before fetching a fruit and cutting it carefully into slice and wedges, removing the pips. 
"You! You took my job! I' was supposed to do breakfast!" The cook half bellowed half growled. The demon didn't turn around, instead he arranged the lime neatly on the plate. "Serving your fancy food to them! Your an upstart you are an upstart!" With plate decorated with lime and a lemon for good measure, the pith of the left overs curled and used as extra decoration. "Don't ignore me!" Illiendi lifted the plate and finally faced the cook. "Calm yourself, if I have done anything it is save your job for another day. Keeping Lord Hughes waiting until you woke up...how do you think that would go down?"

While the cook opened and closed his mouth like a fish trying for air the demon left and returned to the table side, placing the small plate of fruit slices close to his master, "Your Lime, I took it upon myself to add a few extra pieces should my Lords and Ladies care for the same." Checking should any of the family require their tea topped up and doing so with that odd, graceful finesse he returned to the side of his Master, had he been ordered to take the girl in the room a plate he would excuse himself with a bow and set to his task of arranging one in the kitchen. If not he stood with straight back, level shoulders and nose parallel to the ground, his hands behind his back awaiting hisn ext order.