That smile spreading across the demon's features fills Amano with even more mixed feelings but for the most part he is happy to see it. Something about a non-condescending smile makes him feel all warm and fuzzy, and when it's followed up with the demon's apparent approval Amano can not imagine what could possibly make him happier. E coughs lightly, fighting back the huge grin trying to fight it's way to the surface and does his best to keep a respectable smile on his lips instead. He is still in a good mood when the waitress returns and the lightness allows him to ignore her continued looks at his manservant, the obvious attempts at flirtation not getting to him this time.

He watches as Illiendi begins pouring the drinks, watching his grace and precision in even this simple task before preparing to dig into his meal. However, before he can even get a bite in the demon is offering him a bite of his fruit salad. [i]'Well, more like fruit soup. . . .It does smell nice'[/i] His smile widens slightly and he nods, leaning over to the proffered spoon to take the bite off of it. The fruit is still rather warm but not scalding, the mix of heat and sweet tangling on his tongue in a pleasant fashion and he nods in approval, savoring the bite.

Swallowing it he licks his lips to get at the escaped sweetness before laughing slightly at himself and murmuring a thanks to Illiendi. “That is quite good, thank you for sharing Illiendi.” Turning his attention back to his own dish he eats slowly, that ache in his stomach slowly easing as the food does it's job. After a little while he brings up the matter of the quest they are about to embark on. “So, any idea what exactly to expect? I don't know how long it's been since you were hear last, or if you've ever been where we're going. . . .” He looks up at the man across from him questioningly, sipping his tea.