Amano looks up, wondering about this other place Illiendi is thinking of. While the demon is busy with the youth Amano thinks hard about what he wants to do. [i]'Well, I like the place I went to, but I am sure Illiendi has a reason to suggest a different place. Maybe it's more prestigious, to show me off or something? I have always avoided being seen when and where I can, so all my local haunts normally seat me in the back without my needing to ask. Or, maybe he senses something is there? I do not know. . . .Can he sense that far? Can he sense stuff like that at all? I really should ask more about what he can and can not do later. . . .'[/i]

Once the demon returns to his side he looks up at him, smiling faintly. “Let us see this other place. It may be fun to check out someplace new.” Letting Illiendi guide him subtly Amano wonders vaguely what it's like to be the demon. Always coming to earth just to serve something that lives such a short, normally pathetic life compared to how the demon could live, all on their own. [i]'He could be a king in no time, I am sure of it! He is amazing! He could rule this entire country, for a lifetime at least before people got suspicious of the lack of aging. . .'[/i] He gazes up at the demon. [i]'I wonder what it would be like to be so amazing, and be forced to serve such simple, foolish little things as humans. . .'[/i]

He wanders along, lost in thought, until at last the demon steers him through the entryway of the restaurant and he comes of of his thoughts. He looks around the room, the fine settings and the low murmur of conversation a little different than what he's use to hearing. The serving maids are dressed slightly fancier but not in the spotless crisp stuff he's use to seeing when his father insist on dragging them out to his “friends” homes. [i]'It is a nice place, but not overly high class. . .It smells interesting in here. . .'[/i] He glances around at the actual people and he realizes what he's smelling is likely powerful perfumes and body oils, the kind designed specifically to completely overpower any natural body odor.

He wrinkles his nose at the smell but takes Illiendi's cue to take a seat out in the open. He nods and smiles with a light thank you, motioning that the demon should join him before turning towards the serving maid who appears at the table almost instantly. His smile shifts into his normal false one and he orders something simple and neat so he does not have to worry about getting his clothes any dirtier. The lady smile back at him, that same false smile most of the people in public wear to be polite, however when she turns to the demon it changes into one of pure admiration. Amano looks away. [i]'On one hand, it is nice to have my own personal servant admired so, however on the other hand, it keeps reminding me that he is the real power here. No matter how amazing I become, it will be because of him.. .I can live with that, but for now. . .'[/i] He sighs gently, looking towards the windows as he waits for Illiendi to finish his order.