With a curt nod, suitable of a man servant and not that of a demon inexplicably entwined in a mortal’s life he agreed to the decisions of the man. The Sailor Russ would indeed know better than both of them –not that he’d admit as such aloud- than the pair of them what they’d need in the minimal crew they planned. Illiendi was more concerned about his own nautical knowledge and intended later in the evening while the household slept to catch up on the hundreds of years extra knowledge that was now available. The old ways would no doubt be enough should it be necessary but Illiendi was not a demon for taking short cuts and as Paimon was the demon of knowledge’s it was well within his remit to pour over the books he could find.

The mail boy was allowed to ogle to his heart’s content, the demon merely stood, oblivious to the onlooker as was any passing Tom, Dick or Harry. While it registered in the depths of the demons perception he was so accustomed to ignoring the looks he got, he no more than smirked internally at the attention. Idly he glanced to Amano who was at least some part amused himself, the boy had not mentioned his appearance once to him. While by now most clients wondered the extent of his skin changing abilities, most had figured by now that this was not his ‘true’ face, though truth was in the eye of the beholder, Paimon had been an angel once, his beauty, like most of the upper echelon of the holy had been beyond compare. While he stood a pale light beside the likes of Gabriel and Michael he had instilled into the hearts of the first men and women fear and wonder. When he’d first fallen the punishment of god had appalled him, what he’d lost pained his heart, now the skin that lurked beneath no more troubled him than the looks he had for the false face he wore. 

“As you wish [b]my master[/b]”, came the demons reply, the shudder in the boy at the term gave Illiendi cause to believe that perhaps the little lord would come to stop doubting the demons fealty in time. It was hard to serve a master with no faith, the demon lead the way to the bazaar where the first of their stops, the demon was careful to walk in a way that to the passing observer seemed to reveal the lord leading a servant while in truth his carefully placed steps were aimed to somewhat herd the Lord in the right direction. The first and perhaps most important of rations were the water crackers, while absolutely foul they served as a stable diet for when things became desperate and were a good cure for sea sickness. Outside the market shop where the baker rolled his loaves and baked his breads the demon slowed his step and allowed Amano to take the lead, of course Illiendi watched in that bird like manner, waiting should his master decide he wanted his assistance.