The demon remained silent at his wards side, he had no instructions to act and so he didn't, while Raoul spoke Illinedi kept a look of silent submission, hinting at nothing emotionally and it was an accurate reflection of the within. Illiendi hardly cared about what he'd done to the humans, it was a task no more complicated than breathing was for people, unlike some of his kin he had not relished it, he had not looked back on it with glee. Nor did he feel guilt or disapproval for what he had done, there was nothing at all too feel, humans felt similar when they crushed ants under boot. Raoul went on to confirm some of the less bloody rumours, the loss of money or family but he, for his mothers sake left out a good many of the details, glancing only over the deceased's names before moving on to the more bizarre but less violent like the Lady's face but again not delving into details. 

There was more he'd say 'later' when alone with the Lord but Illiendi was already clearing away the empty dishes, stacking them with easy proficiency, topping up the tea's to the companies liking and then disappearing with the dirtied plates into the kitchen after offering a 'soft sweet' to the gathering, the sweet in mind was a foreign dish called mocchi, a sweet bean paste wrapped in a soft shell and flavoured to the cooks desire, it was considered hard to make due to the heat one had to work with the sugar dough at . Illiendi had offered a choice of plum or apricot flavours, waited for people's requests and was back in the kitchen, plates in the sink and mocchi being worked on.