The conversation while the demon is gone is kept quiet and inconsequential, most at the table doing much as Amano and wondering if Illiendi will return before the lord of the manor began questioning all his praise from before. The youngest drinks slowly, going over and over in his head how he should begin his talk with his father. He knows that perhaps he is not ready to speak with him as he did with his mother, that false bravado and commanding tone not enough to impress the older male. [i]'However if I approach it too much as his son, he will most definitely be very condescending and try to put his own agenda on all this. I do not want to have to put up with all his planning and his pomp, but if I do not at least give in a little bit he will deny me out right. While I can deal with that. . .I. . .'[/i] His eyes come up as Illiendi once more enters the room.

He manages a smile at the demon's promptness, whispering a thanks as he is served, last. [i]'In all places but under my father's roof, I suppose he would serve me first. I am the master here, and yet. . .'[/i] He knows the knots and butterflies in his mid section are not helpful, however as he calms them, looking to his father praising the treat and asking where it hailed from, the young man lets the world around him fade. His focus goes to the inside and the voice of his fencing instructor comes to him. Nothing specific, just the sharp tone, the warm hum of it reminding him of his need to stay on track. While professional fencing is mostly harmless, the actual skill of sword play requires focus. Without it, without keeping you mind to the task of staying alive, the chances of death rises higher and higher with each passing moment, and it only takes an instant to have your head separated from you body.

His eyes open slowly and he reaches for his own treat carefully. He eats it slow, savoring it, smiling as his mother looks to him with a giggle at the powder now dotting his chin. [i]'It does not matter if I fail here, or what he will think of me for doing so. All that matters is he is here to help, no matter my failures, and we have a plan. And I. . . Have a goal'[/i] He finishes his treat quickly but delicately, giving Illiendi a smile and nod of approval. His father still has a bit on his plate so with a polite nod he addresses the larger man. “If it would please you father, I will await you in your study. Please, enjoy the rest of your meal.” His mother watches him with a light smile as Kenneth laughs lightly, waving him off. Turning Amano meets his manservant's eyes and with a hand he gestures that Illiendi should stay and finish breakfast. Whispering softly as he passes the taller male he says, “Father will likely try to buy you when you accompany him to the study, unless he wishes to wait and ask you in front of me. I would rather give you the opportunity to turn him down alone.”

With that said Amano makes his way out into the hall, letting out a long sigh as he does so. The front hall is empty and after a moment the young man regains his bearings. [i]'If I can go to his study, get seated, have some time to calm down, things will go much better for me'[/i] That in mind he pushes off the doors he'd been leaning on and makes his way to his father's study. On the second floor of the building, above the sun room at the front of the house opposite the dining room and kitchen, his father's study is far bigger than is necessary for such a man. He may be the biggest trader in town, but the fact remains he is a simple trader with good connections. The servants have already drawn the curtains, the large glass doors leading out on to the balcony open and the musty air already becoming fresher.

Crossing the room he stands in one of the doorways for a long moment, taking in the cool misty air. The sun rises on the other side of the house, the side his room and the kitchen are on, so the street beyond the balcony is still in shadows, dull and gray. The mist lingers in the streets, loath to retreat before the sun's warming rays. The cool water droplets feel good on his skin and after only a short time, he is as calm as he is going to get. Turning back to the room Amano makes his way over to one of the chairs before his father's desk. When seated the great window doors are at his father's back, and as such Kenneth often times schedules important meetings then he can take advantage of the light coming through them. A little earlier in the afternoon to blind, and a little later to dazzle. Deciding on a seat just off to the left, which will force his father to turn his head slightly to look at his son, Amano takes a seat, and begins waiting.