Illiendi was not am an for food, well he wasn't am an for a start and so when Amano asked him to join him the demon was tempted to say no. This place would not serve the kind of food he liked, or was used to, human food was nothing more than a waste on him, while not literally, human food turned to ash on his tongue. His contractors would praise the cuisine, the subtle sweetness, the spice, the tart or bitter but Illiendi could not taste any of that, his kin would say it was because they had evolved passed the needs of such simple things. As indeed had the original pair been before their fall, although there was always that worry that they were not created as perfect as they all assumed, it had been one of the accusations of the Morning Star to the Creator all that time ago. One of the many reason's they fell. Such thoughts were unbecoming of him and he was rather unsure if it were nostalgia riled by the boy himself rather than natural means, there was something about the human, his kindness perhaps, that kept Illiendi off guard just a little. 

Ultimately saying no to his master would not only be terrible manners but force the human into doing something Illinedi honestly doubted he'd ever be ready for. Punishing those who disobey him did not seem to be in Amano's possibilities, he did not seem to be a man capable of violence without good cause, another worry for the demon to address another time. So with a bow and a sweet bell of vocal gratitude the demon sat his master and then himself opposite. He only had a moment to view the world through murky, mostly clean, window panes before a woman was addressing them both, both Amano and the woman wearing the same smile, fake and disconnected and for a moment a half smile graced Illiendi's mouth. Humans were flawed and after such reflection and memories it was amusing to see their flaws displayed so obviously, both were no doubt aware that the other's face's were false and yet both found it necessary regardless. 

Illiendi was soon addressed, faced with a more genuine grin though one could only imagine what snakes slithered in the darkness of the woman's mind, what thoughts crossed to be dismissed and which lingered. Illiendi picked up the menu and gave it a glance, human food sounded as disgusting as it tasted most of the time and even now it was a job not to curl his lip in disgust. There was, in the end, only one thing that caught his eye and as he handed the menu over and ordered a pot of tea and tea service for the table he added his own order, "I would like to have the Baked apple stuffed with raisins, currants and fruit peel please." He got a briefly strange look from the woman and flashed her a sheepish smile, to which she giggled as if she knew some unspoken secret and went off with their order.

When she was safely out of hearing distance he gave a brief shake of his head and turned to face Amano, "[b]Master[/b] you seem troubled." He spoke, biting back a rhetorical question he'd intended to ask. While of course he didn't doubt Amano to be fine he had to play his part as a worried butler. The demon was no fool, the human seemed jealous of the attention he garnered. Of course Amano had little to fret over, when all was said and done and the day had come when the human's wish was fulfilled the demon would vanish from the minds of everyone he had met and interacted with like a morning mist lifting under the power of sunlight. All that would remain in their minds and hearts would be a vague sense of familiarity, like that feeling when you have a name on the tip of your tongue or a memory at the edge of your mind but so fleeting and ethereal it is impossible to catch. 

Even Amano himself would not remember the details once the demon's work was done, he'd remember a human servant from Maarth that served him as he took his first steps into being a man. Though all Illiendi's services, his help and advice, his ideas, all would, in Amano's mind, be his own. Though Amano hardly needed to know that either, not yet. Glancing back out the window the demon observed the streets with a disinterested look, he couldn't wait to be shot of this little town.