As Illiendi comes to a halt Amano stops and turns to look at him, tilting his head curiously to the side. [i]'I wonder what is wrong. Normally he simply follows along. . . Well, perhaps he didn't expect me to be so okay with the idea of burning in hell?'[/i] He catches the look between himself and the flower and his head tilts a little further to side as he tries to understand what the demon is thinking. Normally he is very good at judging people, however when it comes to Illiendi he finds himself mostly unable to get an accurate reading off of him. The narrowed eyes are easy enough to understand and he smiles warmly, turning and continuing on his way once the taller male looks ready. It was only a few brief moments but it helps Amano understand that it isn't just love that confuses the demon.

They walk on in silence for a time and Amano lets the sea air wash over him, blowing away a bit of the musty smell from the shop. He enjoys both scents, but as he is to be soon one the sea for a good number of days, he decides the smell of the sea is the smell of progress. He pauses once again as the footsteps beside him stop and he turns to face his demon. Listening to the taller male's words he refuses to look away. He listens calmly, his hair whipping about his face, a faint smile on his lips. He chuckles lightly at the last part, flushing at the feel of those hot fingers ticking his hair away again. Turning to continue on their way he takes a moment to form his words before responding.

Instead of looking to Illiendi he talks while they walk, his voice soft so that they are not overheard by curious ears. “No one can see the future, so I will not even try and claim that I will never change my mind. However unless I really change, I do not see it happening. I love life, and if you can help me make mine better, I will relish every moment of it and be content to have it for as long as I may.” He glances down for an instant before returning his eyes to the road. “As to hell. . .I do not care to imagine what it is like. I know it is worse than I can imagine, so I see no point in fretting over it now, or even trying to imagine it. I trust your assessment of the place. . . .”

His fingers come up to brush over his brand, taking his handkerchief out of his pocket to cover the action. He wipes away the slight moister coming to his eyes from the wind drying them out. Once he's done he slips it back into his pocket and smiles at Illiendi. “Can I not be both?” He laughs lightly, though being thought of as a fool by the taller male stings a bit, he lets the feeling pass, knowing that he has more important things to think about. “So, I would like to look over the ship. Do you think it would be undignified for me to be too thorough with my investigation? I know a lot of small, rather filthy places that captains often try to hide faults and the like. . .” He glances at Illiendi, looking a little sheepish. [i]'I would ask him to check those places, but I just. . .It seems such a menial thing to ask him to do. . .And I know that I am looking for. . .'[/i]