A faint twitch ran through his mind as Illiendi used a different word for him. While young master had upset him on principal, this new term left him feeling wanting. It didn't feel right. However his focus is on the demon, the other issue to be addressed later. At first he can feel his heart skipping a beat and a faint disappointment rolling over him when he sees that expression on the taller male's face. [i]'He hates it, I have done something wrong. He looks like he is sucking a lemon raw. I should not have done this'[/i] All these thoughts pass through his head in an instant and pass right out when suddenly he is looking on something he never thought he'd see.

The soft look, the almost caring expression. For a few seconds Amano forgets to breath, the change in his face making him almost look like a completely different person. [i]'He has always had a frightening kind of beauty, but when he looks at this flower, it is . . . . .He seems completely different. Like this one little flower changed him from the beast who knows nothing of love and seeks only his prize. . . .To one who perhaps once knew love, and who thinks fondly of something beautiful'[/i] Amano takes a slow breath when he realizes he'd stopped, but he does not blink, not wanting to miss a moment of [b]this[/b] Illiendi. He stands perfectly still, the plowers trembling ever so slightly with the effort, and for a moment his eyes trail along those long supple fingers as they stroke the white and red petals.

Looking back up his wonder has not waned. [i]'It is almost like reverence. . . .'[/i] He listens intently to the demon's analysis of the flower, flushing slightly in triumph over managing to do something that moves the taller male so obviously. His body trembles at the touch of those warm fingers, and his flush redoubles at being called by his first name. [i]'I do not mind him calling me by my name. Not at all. However if he is to address me in public I suppose he will have to use something more formal. . .I still do not like “lord” though. It doesn't feel right. . . .'[/i] Setting his musing aside he brushes his fingers over his brand before letting his arm drop to his side. The soft, almost tender tone of the demon's voice when he said the boy's name is something he looks forward to in the future. He is now determined to hear it again, and [b]not[/b] under orders.

When Illiendi explains what the flowers are it isn't hard for him to figure out the lore and symbolism behind the red staining. He even determines that if his thoughts are true, then some time long ago a demon trod the earth near the elm some time long ago. The shack is older than any can recall, so it's rather ancient. The thought pops into his head that there must be a new patch now, where Illiendi was summoned, or at least the first place his foot touched the earth since he was summoned in a stone basement. He wants desperately to ask him about it, but refrains. More important matter take precedent. The touch of a smile is the last fleeting glimpse Amano gets of Illiendi's soft side before he becomes all business again.

Straightening up he corrects his posture, smiling warmly at the demon as he speaks of his success. At the thought of lunch, and that word again, the youth flinches and looks to the sun. Judging that it's at least a good hour before mid day he looks off towards the docks. “I think we should hit the cartographer first, then some lunch. I am not too hungry right now.” With that said he turns and leads the way. The docks are a good ten minutes away from the market and when the stalls clear leaving them with open street, Amano decides to bring up the “lord” issue. “Illiendi. . . Why have you changed what you call me? It. . . .It does not feel right in my ear. . . .” He glances at the demon before returning his gaze to the road before them. “I am just curious, and will not stop you if you feel it is best. I just. . . .Do not like the sound of it. I know it does not make any sense, any honorific does not really suit me right now, but I. . .I am rambling. Forgive me. . .” His tone is soft, but it is obvious he is at a loss, unsure of what he is saying and why.