Illiendi watched the little human as he explained the dangers and treasures they would see. The aim of course was to give the young man a life to talk of when he returned. To have things to display in pretty cabinets which would later become relics in a museum, around for further centuries after he, his children and his grandchildren were all grown and gone. He would be a pioneer, an icon and inspire people for years to come, it was what he'd paid for after all. Illiendi, as always, allowed no thought to travel from his mind to his eyes. He turned his eyes over the young man, barely a slip of a boy, still wet behind the ears many would say but demons were not as narrow sighted as humans.

The boy's excitement at the amounting danger and possible death was not unusual, by now most people felt invincible when they had a demon by their side. Of course, even demons had their limits but that wasn't something he planned to bring that up. Once the boy seemed satisfied the demon stood straight and followed his master with his eyes around the room. There was a nervous energy that crackled off the human like lightening. 

Amano spoke with a fevered sort of passion about what was to come and his thoughts on the matter of it all. Though then he was approaching the demon, talking in a soft tone that belied importance and the demon turned his eyes to where the human touched. The flower. It seemed to be some sort of link between the two for Amano, a bridge between worlds, or some such poetic nonsense. The demons eyes returned to Amano and he listened to all that was said with the expression of a man with intent to listen and understand as much as he could. 

Indeed the boy would live, if the demon had any say in it at all -and he planned to- the young man would come back a seasoned adventurer. Though that did not mean he wouldn't face hardships, wounds, attacks, near death experiences, there would be pain on his road, all life needed pain. There would be love and loss, grief and sadness and then above all there'd be victory. Victory over not the enemies and issues of the external but the ones internally. These were not the words a human would know though, time and practice had taught him they wanted only the joyful and to find the rest out in time. 

“Your trust is misplaced.” He stated, though his brow furrowed as if he attempted to take the chill out of his own tone, “Though, after seeing those of your world it is perhaps one of the better choices to make.” He added as lightly as the demon's tone knew to go. “Your behaviour is of no burden to me, you are a child. Even if you were an adult of your species you would still appear as a child to me.” Humans were after all, one of the youngest races on the planet, the other was a marsupial that's name escaped him. “I never regret those I choose. Rest assured there were none more qualified than you to sate my hunger.” The demon paused then and took another glance over the lord, there was no doubting it, of those present this was the one that would be most satisfying for him.

“I will go check with the house butler if there has been any correspondence to your letters. When I return I shall help you pack. I believe it would be prudent of you to make a list of what else needs to be done before we depart.” With that he took a small bow and offered that devilish smile to his master and slipped out the door. Allowing his eyes to find the human Chesia and follow the trail of her sins. She, like many, had accumulated some but unlike most of those he'd seen hers were minor in comparison. He dropped by the house front to check the received mail and took any intended for Amano before others in the house would find them, tucking them into his inside pocket he slipped down the door and knocked gently awaiting for Chesia to bid him enter before he did so, bowing deeply as he did. “My Lady, you wished to see me?”