Amano does his best to look shocked and appalled at the things that his elder brother is talking about, as if he is hearing it all for the first time, and since no flicker of suspicion crosses the faces of him family, he's sure he pulled it off fairly well. While he feels no real shame in what he asked Illiendi to do, his disgust in genuine and as he finishes off his tea, it is no hard task to look a little ill. [i]'Hearing this once again, from lips of one not the cause of it, the feeling is a little different. I ordered this, I was the force behind the demon who implemented my desire to see them suffer. I wonder. . .'[/i] Knowing he won't see anything he can not help but glance back at Illiendi, his gaze falling upon that normal impassive and professional profile at his side. [i]'I wonder if he enjoyed his task. . .Legends always spoke of demons as delighting the the suffering of humans. . .So it only goes to follow that he enjoyed the task. . .'[/i] Unsure of what to think of the sudden revelation Amano looks back to the table, giving his mother a sympathetic look as she holds her napkin over he mouth. As the demon clears the dishes, Amano giving him a nod as to wanting more tea, the youngest looks up to his father and begins gauging his mood all over again. He had been right, a few of the people were ones who he'd had dealings with, and the news had changed him from ecstatic to more than a little distracted. [i]'This could work in my favor. If he has the prospect of needing to get some major rebuilding done, making new connection, having one less son around the house to worry about, and the chance of said son bringing the house some glory somewhere out of the way may sound all the more appealing'[/i] He thanks Illiendi for the tea, and requests plum, in his mind doing a slow count down. His father will definitely wish to stick around for his apricot treat, however his father's patience is not legendary. Far from it in fact. [i]'I pray this sweet does not take too long, least he fall into a foul mood. .. '[/i]