Illiendi wasn't sure what to think of Amno still, if he was an idiot, romantic, idealist or just insane was no more clear to the demon as was the reason behind Amano's almost need to appease him. What matter was it what Illiendi thought of anything? His previous contractors had treated him as he ought to be treated, as one treats a knife, a letter opener, a tool of any kind. Illiendi was no more than a sophisticated tool who had the ability to adapt quickly to new surroundings making him the, swiss army knife of tools perhaps. Not one until Amano had formed any need to impress him, his female contractors often attempted to make him fall in love with them but this, this was different. Amano's need for the demon's approval didn't seem to be born from greed or pride, from lust or envy, in fact it seemed to come from a place he had never come to understand in all the life times he had lift, it came from the humans heart. It was almost enough to make Illiendi recoil, however the function of the demon was to be a butler of the highest caliber and butlers did not recoil.

While he had been trying to ascertain the reasoning behind Amano's disappointment the boy's mood had changed and Illiendi gave a slow blink to catch up with the current sway of emotion. The boy was laughing and once more the demon was confused, though he did not allow it to show, as Amano spoke more on this Laiza the demon idly wondered how easily it would be to make the fiancee disappear in a way that even Amano would not be suspicious of the demon. The boy clearly cared for her and the woman sounded suitable enough for Amano, yet once more he spoke of love and the demon- seemingly without realising- wrinkled his nose as if a smell both foul and unfamiliar had wafted up his nostrils. It passed quickly and he fixed his eyes once more on the boy as he darted about with the letters. 

When Amano had finally stopped flitting the demons eyes rested upon him cool and impassive, addressed by his master the demon was quick to regain his thoughts to those of a professional, rather than philosophical, nature. "I believe my lord the first port of call ought very well to be the cartographers, it will take them a day or two to get us the necessary maps and so the sooner they are paid the quicker we shall have them. Afterwards it would be wise to speak to the fruit sellers and the bakers about rations for the trip. However where do [b]you[/b] think we ought to go, [b]my master[/b]."