A small smile settles on Amano's face as Illiendi sweeps in and begins doing his job, and doing it with flare. Just the right amount without being flashy or drawing too much attention to what he is doing. Just enough to earn another approving glance from his father and make Amano feel proud. However, beneath the pride, the youth can feel an unease. The same unease that has been eating at him from the night prior, now sweeping back in to try and set him on edge. However he holds his own, listening as once more his father speaks, this time about the rumors. At this, a new worry sets up, thought it does not reflect on his face. [i]'Father is speaking of the things Illiendi. . .That I had Illiendi do last night. . .'[/i] He swallows softly, taking a quick drink of his tea as him mother gasps, looks of varying degrees of horror on his face and a faint turn away from her husband as such talk seems to make her upset.

However her attention is caught a moment later, as is the attention of the rest in the room, but the door opening and the final member of the direct family walking in. Raoul is a fine example of the best between both mother and father, his tall frame properly proportioned to give him a strong look without appearing bulky, his mothers fine features tempered into something far more manly while still appearing graceful. His sharp eyes pick out the sight of Illiendi immediately and his eyes stay on him for several seconds as he approaches the table before sliding over to his mother who had practically jumped up to greet him. He allows her her few moments of holding him tight, kissing his cheek, and carrying on much as if he were one for a year, before he helps her back to her seat politely and walks swiftly around his father to take up his own seat. 

Raoul, while seemingly the most mild mannered and reasonable out of the three older siblings, has a way about him at times that leaves no doubt that he is the most dangerous of the three. Amano recalls that back when he was seven, how the eldest brother had held a blade to his throat and promised that if he ever tried to take a place at the top rung of their little fight for their father's position. [i]'He would not hesitate to take my life, had I not officially denounced my right to try for the title they so long for'[/i] He muses softly, trowing the tall male a warm smile. After agreeing never to try and take his place, Raoul had become the closest thing to kind as any of the brothers had managed to achieve, only teasing him in fun, and with a much less chance of leaving him maimed as the several time Burtis and Tawney had lead him into various perilous situations as a child.

[i]'All things considered, Raoul may very likely take this all one of two ways. If it comes to the worst, he may see this as a challenge, though even if it was I would not have to worry about repercussions until I get back, or he may very well see this as the last confirmation that I have officially given in to never inheriting from father. For the prior, I have Illiendi to defend me, at least until he has what he needs from me and leaves, and for the latter, his support would be most welcome. I can even see him helping to talk father into blessing my journey. Perhaps even openly, garnering me more faith by the locals'[/i] Raoul returns his smile, that soft gleam in his eyes shifting into a calculating expression followed by a look of inquiry as his gaze travels from Illiendi then back to his youngest brother.

Before Amano can answer the look however Kenneth's booming voice once more fills the room. “Do you see that there Raoul? That is our dear little Amano's newest acquisition! A fine servant indeed, his cooking fare finer than we are use to around here.” He chuckles softly, taking another bite. 

Amano takes the opportunity to cut in, with all the politeness he can, and finish introducing the demon. “This is Illiendi, a professional manservant from Marth. I purchased him myself, and he will be helping me with a venture you may have an interest in brother.” Though he has tree brothers, Raoul is the only one, in Amano's eyes, that has earned the title, and the only one he addresses thus.

Lady Chesia titters softly, looking to Amano with a lighthearted disapproving look. “Indeed, he has us all intrigued with this mysterious plan, however he won't tell us until discussing it with you father.”

Amano smiles softly at her. [i]'It is like being in a house made of naught but gossip mongers. Any bit of information I have given them, they feel free, no, feel compelled, to share'[/i] Raoul, who's gaze had traveled over each of them as they spoke, once more falls on to his little brother and with one last smile lets Amano know that he has nothing to fear from Raoul at the moment and lets out a contented sigh, using his teacup to cover it.