Amano refrains from rolling his eyes at the man's words, not just because it's undignified, but because deep down he's not sure if he disagrees. [i]'Whether I am a fool in this all depends on my success. Illiendi may be able to help me live through this, and may be able to turn me into someone presentable, but if I don't do a lot of the work here, this will be his success and not mine, which is worse than if I never tried at all. . .'[/i] He lets out a soft sigh as the demon's comeback, a light smile coming to his lips at the look on the old man's face. [i]'He really is intimidating, I am not just a wimp after all'[/i] This makes him feel a little happier and his smile becomes more genuine.

When Alphonse vanishes into the back room the youth looks up at the demon's approach. The smile he finds there as he takes the scroll warms him on the inside and his own upturned lips widen into a full grin. He knows he's being silly at this point, but a smile from the demon is more rewarding than the taller male may ever know. Something about it gives the young man confidence. He is careful to rearrange his face before Alphonse reappears. However after a moment his good mood all but vanishes as the old man speaks.

[i]'What!? How could he know!? Is he a mystic in disguise!? Is. . . .'[/i] Pressing a hand over the seal while Alphonse is looking at the coins Amano looks to Illiendi and feels himself settle. [i]'I know Alphonse. He's got very keen eyes, but if he had actual mystic abilities he wouldn't be working here. . .I'm being foolish'[/i] As Illiendi walks past and the old man hisses his “insult” at the man's back, Amano gives him a wide smile. “Children don't always want what's good for them, right?” Alphonse looks at him, unsure of what to make of those words and simply watches silently as Amano walks out the door. Nodding and offering a quiet thanks to Illiendi as he passes the beast Amano waits until the door is closed before looking up at him with his smile back in place. “I know what I'm losing by sticking with you. But, I don't mind. . . .My life is most important to me, not my afterlife.” The street isn't too busy and the sounds coming from the dock are faint, however the sea air is strong and clear, tossing a bit of his loose hair about as he looks to his manservant.