“Yes, that would be nice. Do not linger though, if you would.” Amano is unsure how long breakfast will take, his father quite enjoying the meal so it may be shorter than most. [i]'It should not take too long for him to bring her food, and she may do well having someone like him around for a few moments. He seems to inspire people, and that smile could melt butter when he lays it on the way he seems to with the others'[/i] While Amano does not enjoy false smiles, he knows others do not really care if a look be false, caring only how it makes them feel, and Liddia is one of them. He listens silently as his father once more launches into the story about his deal, paying attention the way he always had learning quickly that it was the best way to avoid getting smacked. Even if his father never had faith in him to become anything great, he still did not tolerate his children ignoring him.

As Illiendi drifts back out the young man smiles at the approving gleam in his father's eyes, only a faint unease tinting his pride as he fears his father may and try to buy the demon away from him. [i]'I know very well that he is bound to me, however I can not tell my father that, nor can I see him not at least putting up the offer to Illiendi himself. Well, he is very good at being polite, he should not have any trouble turning father down without jeopardizing our little venture'[/i] He smiles, a murmured, “Thank you Illiendi.” before he practically floats around the table topping off drinks before vanishing once more into the kitchen. About the time the demon slips past to bring Liddia her plate Kenneth finishes with his story and asks Amano what he thinks. Not wanting to sound a fool he thinks over the story carefully before answering.

[i]'For the most part I believe he was simply insanely lucky with that person just happening to stop by, and even if he had arranged that, the fact that it had worked was less of a skilled tongue and more of a honeyed ear from the man who came before. However, I can not very well say that and expect father to stay in such a good mood, so. . .'[/i] “Well, lady luck smiles on us all with your good fortune, and I feel you may very well have her favor to aid your already skillful execution of such exchanges.” The buttering up is just enough to keep the lord's pride intact and he laughs heartily, shaking the table with the timber of it. Amano smiles back, squeezing the lime into his tea before taking a sip. 

His mother reaches over and squeezes his arm before telling her husband how much she agrees with Amano's assessment then in a slightly worried tone she asks, “And where is Raoul, where is my eldest? Did he not come home with you?”

Amano looks up as his father shakes his head. “No, no, I had him running to check on something with another trader in the market before heading home. I heard some rumors I wanted checked. Don't worry love, he'll be back soon enough. I told him not to miss breakfast.” Amano looks back to his drink, the dark liquid swirling in his cup as he thinks of just what rumors his father may be interested in. . .