Illiendi watches the boy with eyes unreadable, whether he's amused or offended it's impossible to tell but those eyes remain intense, like cold fire burning into Amano's very soul, seeking out the depths of the boy and locking onto them like a hawk onto it's prey. He remains silent, his claw like nail resting on the boys lip, waiting and when Amano spoke the thumb fell away, allowing Amano an easier time to get across his point. He rambled, he muttered and he seemed so afraid but despite all this he managed to convey his first real order to the demon and so all the rambling, whimpering and weaknesses is forgotten. Illiendi's long, slender fingers unfurled form beneath the boys chin, nails as black as coal and shaped more like claws as they brushed lightly against the boys skin, passed his cheek, over his nose and passed his eyes until they rested like a stretching spider on Amano's cheek. Cupping it as a lover might, once again his thumb moved but the soft, warm pad of the joint brushed across Amano's trembling lips, the demon leaned closer, until there was little more than a breath to separate the two men, "As you wish, [b]My Master[/b]." He all but purred, a slight smirk turning up the corner of his mouth.

Despite the intimacy of the moment, unless Amano fell into it, nothing more happened, the demon leaned away and dropped his hand, reshuffling the box upon his hip and straightening his master's hair. The shadows seemed much less dense once again and the demon awaited his master to step out onto the street before falling in behind him.