Illiendi was many things but psychic was not one of them so as the tumultuous ramblings of his little human's mind rattled around shaking belief's to the very core the demon was none the wiser. He could tell there was something on the man's mind but the demon lacked the ability to think like a human in many ways and thus couldn't even hesitate a guess at what it was that was bugging him. So instead he focused on his job, he cleaned his master free of as much grim as was [i]humanely[/i] possible and pocketed the handkerchief before taking himself back to his chair and sitting down. 

He waited for the human to speak and there was a flash of warmth at the corners of his mouth, a small grin that was both wolfish and warm all at once. "And I would have it no other way [i]my master[/i]." He purred in response. Illiendi had chosen Amano after all, over all those people gathered, people with power and wealth, with contacts and influence and he had scorned them all for the boy they had intended to sacrifice. It was that very look he had now, that determination and unwavering desire. He would follow his wish to the ends of this earth, he was not an oath breaker, he was not a weasel. When the time came for payment he was certain that Amano would not cry or beg for his life but accept that that was the price agreed on and that collection was due. He was strong in a way that few humans could be, his soul was strong, not just for his sense of will power and mental fortitude but the soul itself. It took a lot to look at a demon let alone tame one, it took more to understand the pact with one and yet further more to refuse the ability to escape. Of course the offer had been a trick, he had never allowed a master to go back on their deal and had Amano accepted Illiendi would have burned him and the establishment to the ground in his disappointment with the human. 

The food soon arrived and Illiendi set to pouring the drinks allowing the woman to be on her way once the food had reached the table. With drinks served and master settled the demon sat himself in front of his human meal and tried to look excited for it. In all honesty there was a slight look of distrust on his face as he eyed the pot of cooked fruits. It smelled wonderful, which in itself was problematic as he was certain it would taste like ash. He sighed faintly and carefully filled his spoon, blowing on the hot contents and offering it to Amano, "Would you like to try some master?" The demon would not admit the offer was for his own benefit, if Amano ate the thing one day Illiendi would be able to absorb the memory of what it tasted like. "I hear it is very good." And of course he was not going to admit that he'd want to know what it tasted like before his demon curse ruined it for him. It was not something he regretted mind, it was a coldly logical approach he took to the idea, he had had several thousand years to grow accustom to the fact nothing tasted of anything anymore and it had become as second nature as not breathing anymore. Of course the latter was now kept as a sordid habit of sorts rather than of any real need to do so.