Illiendi looked at the woman, he felt little for her, serving her as a way of keeping his master happy, however, there was a defiance there that would have stirred pride in the demon if he knew what that was. Her words, like any mother, had fire in their depths and for a moment he smiled. Humans had such power at times they felt weakest, it was intriguing. His hands lightly encased her own and he gently squeezed them, those warm palms bringing the hand to his lips for a gentle kiss between the knuckles. "My lady, your son is a force unlike any I have seen in many years, what he lacks physically he makes up for in ways that can not be defined in mere words." His honesty was genuine and his tone conveyed as such with that warm exotic lilt. "He will do you proud." He leaned forward and kissed the woman's forehead lightly, "If any dare try to touch that flower they will burn in the very fires of hell." He whispered lightly, what may have appeared as a bold statement from her perspective, was of course true from the demon's. While there was still risk and danger, Illiendi would rend any who came close to his master. 

Producing a handkerchief he dabbed gently at her tear stained face, "To truly protect him I must." He paused, his head lifting and tilting at the violent aura from his master, ignoring it for now he looked back to Chesia and smiled, "Make sure that the thing that makes him strong is also strong. That's you. You are the wind in his sails, how can I return that strength to you?" He asked quietly, Chesia smiled lightly and hesitated. Lust, or proprietary? Her husband wouldn't think twice and what was good for the goose was good for the gander. "Lock the door." She uttered, "Make me feel like a young beauty again."

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Illiendi quietly shut the door behind him, fixing his collar and sighing lightly, the household was strange but it would not be long before they departed and he would not need to worry about pleasing the mother, at least not anything but emotionally with letters of her sons good health and strength. Approaching the butler he gathered the mail and took those meant for Amano into one pocket, another, for the father -and clearly a love letter of some kind- was placed in the other pocket. Chesia had to be in the best of spirits when they left or Amano would leave with a heart too heavy to be of any use. 

Once alone in the corridor he took the illicit love letter and burned it in his palm, heading back towards the bedroom he stilled, the reminder of that feeling crept at the back of his skull, glancing towards the front of the house as the master returned and briefly, his eyes narrowed, Chesia had said to protect the flower child, killing that man would certainly protect him...although Amano would not be fond of that. Chesia would likely be treated badly by the remaining son's if he died. For now he would be safe. 

Blowing the ashes of the letter from his palm he knocked and let himself into the room, seeing the young master with his head buried deep in the pillow and the window flown open. Something had occurred but the demon was unsure what. "Master?" He enquired, shutting the door behind him and latching it so they would not be disturbed. Approaching the window he looked out to see a girl still putting herself back into her clothing and his brow hiked. A lady Amano knew? Or one of his father's ladies?