With a bow he left on his masters errand, fresh tray and a breakfast made up, a softer bowl added with strawberries, raspberries and gooseberries lightly dusted in icing sugar and drizzled with a little honey. Then with tea on the tray he made his way down the corridors to her room, a light rap on the door was enough to have the soft sound of gentle feet padding towards the door. It creaked but a slight open and the small timid woman within glanced at Illiendi with wide eyes and quickly shut the door before he had a chance to speak a word to her. It was unfortunate but he was prepared, there were a few people, so timid and afraid that deep down they had some vague notion of Illiendi's true nature, while never to say the word 'demon' there was something that made them more nervous around demons. Of course, there were ways around it, beauty made people uncomfortable as well as demonic energy. With a second gentle rap on the door he called through with that soft, honey like tone, "Young mistress, please open up, I have bought you a light breakfast."
"P-please, I am not hungry." 
"Young Master Amano sent me, it is not good for your body if you do not eat." 
"I...Amano?"

There was a long quiet pause from behind the door but then, ever so slowly the door crept open again, the girl behind it blushed from ears to chest and cast her eyes down away from the demons fiery gaze. "B-bring it in then please." The demon bowed but waited for the woman to hesitantly open the door to her room, when he had enough room to enter without brushing against her he slipped easily into the room and listened to the door push halfway shut, leaning on the latch rather than fully closed. A safety measure he guessed, rather smart for a woman in his opinion. He took the meal to the table and gently placed it out upon the surface, announcing the dishes as until he came to the napkin. It had not been folded as others had but he turned to face her and with dexterous hands he folded it rather effortlessly into a butterfly and placed it beside her plate before walking to behind her chair which he pulled out for her. She looked at him dubiously a moment then made her way over to it as a rabbit might approach a snake, her eyes wide and her steps measured less he make some foul move on her. 

He didn't of course and slipped the chair in as she took her seat at it. Once seated she picked up the butterfly napkin and smiled faintly, "You're rather talented." she meekly uttered, "Do you like it Young Miss? I'm afraid this one we have to unfold, less your beautiful dress become stained." He gently took it from her fingers, flicked it open and laid it into her lap, "However, if it would please you I can make you one to keep, they always turn out better in paper and card." The frightened dove seemed to contemplate this a moment then smiled faintly and nodded, "Then...if it is no trouble, I think I'd like that." Through all this she didn't look at him, only her food which she had yet to start. 
"Do you wish me to leave mistress?"
"Yes...I mean no...I mean...." The girl seemed rather confused between her honesty and her propriety as a lady, when she chanced a glance at the male there was a soft disarming smile that set her partially at ease. 
"Do I frighten you?"
"A...a little."
"Why?"
"I don't know...you just look so...exotic."
"That is because I am, I'm from Marth."
"I've heard of the land but..."
"It is not somewhere for such a gentle butterfly, though it has it's beauty, it's appeal."
"Is it, dangerous?"
"No more so than any other country. Though the ways there are vastly different. Would you like me to leave mistress?"
"N-no...I don't think so..."
"Then how about this." The demon slipped away from her side and carefully lowered himself to his knees, leaning back so his rump touched his heels putting him a head shorter than the smaller woman. She looked at him in flabberghasted disbelief but he only offered a faint casual smile and kept his eyes away from her face. "Does this help?"
She remained silent a moment then tiny little fingers found their way against his hair. "It's as soft as cat's fur." She commented idly, before realising herself and pulling her hand away. "I-I'm sorry."
"Not at all my mistress. If you desire to you may do as you wish as long as it makes you feel comfortable." The girl looked both embarassed and confused, so Illiendi slowly rose and lightly brushed a lock of hair from her face and behind her ear. "My master wished me not to delay. Ring the service bell when you are finished with your meal and I will come and clean it away for you, you can also ask of me any light house keeping you'd like."
"Oh! I... I see. Thank you Mister?"
"Oh, it's Illiendi, just Illiendi."
She faintly, nervously smiled at him as he bowed to her and in turn he offered that warm, charming smile before leaving the room to return to his duties. 

Returning quickly to his masters side as the young master began his lip service to his father he kept a remarkably straight face, busying only to tidy away the empty plates and cutlery and take them to the kitchen, carefully arranging the plates on a fresh tray and making a fresh pot of tea he returned to the dining hall. Once again each person- starting with the lord and working his way through the 'rank' in the household, he served them with aplomb, not a single spill or piece out of place despite the nature of this 'main' breakfast. Once again he poured tea to the liking of those at the table before returning to Illiendi's side and falling silent to listen once again, Raoul, the eldest brother, husband to his timid little dove, currently out on business but as far as Illiendi was aware the most liked of the three brothers and thus the least likely to stand in their way in one form or another.