Illiendi took the letters as was asked of him and poured his attention over them, each sheet was silently shuffled until he'd finished the last at which point he fell into contemplative thought. All the letters were the same, they were polite enough but made clear that Amano was leaving, spun in were odd anecdotes about their childhood which would no doubt leave a woman to feel cared for but the contents of the letter were very cool. While rejection of the proposal's were not obvious any woman worth her salt would be able to pick up on the subtle disinterest in the letter. While it was not unlikely that Amano was wrong and the women in question didn't care a jot for him it was still a potentially risky business giving them ammunition in such a manner. Amano was likely not the prize here, the family name was, to marry into one of the wealthiest merchant families was a worthy thing to aspire too, the money, the status, likely it was not just the daughter but the family on whole who now had expectations of a life better lived. "They are cold, clipped, your whimsical use of childhood memories barely conceals the fact you have no interest in them but your words are polite enough for them to only take minor offence in what is obviously a rejection. The distance between you and these women may work in your favour and give them time to cool down or inflame their desire to destroy you for denying them their prize." The demon spoke coolly, placing the letters down and giving only a cursory look to the one he was all but coddling.

As the Lordling went about cutting a lock of his hair the demon contemplated the point, magic was all but dead in the human race, precious few could still invoke it so it made little sense until Amano explained it's purpose. Another woman, one that Amano clearly had feelings for by the manner he spoke and reacted, how he wanted to make things perfect for her. It irked him a little that the boy had lied to him about their being such a woman but he ignored it as he took the ribbon, "So this is the one you care about...why do you not marry her?" He took the hair and began to wrap the ribbon about it, forming a tie and anchor point before beginning to work on the bow itself. It took several minutes but the bow slowly formed and looked not unlike a flower with its petals. Once it was secured he handed it back to Amano paying no more mind to the letter he was protecting from the demons view, it mattered very little to Illiendi what the contents of the letter were, he had a name and should he desire it he would find out form the girl herself what the intentions were.