Amano is still glaring into his pillow when he hears the door open and close. The click of the lock stills the snap in his throat as he realizes that it must be Illiendi. All the other staff wouldn't dare to presume to lock themselves in with him. [i]'I suppose it could be one of my brothers, wanting to have some time to torment me, but. . .Now that I think about it, I can feel it's. . .'[/i] His body shivers as the word 'Master' ripples across his hot skin. He doesn't miss the questioning tone, but he doesn't really feel like answering right away. His stomach still burns with his fury over his father's actions. Not only this time, but every other time as well. All the times he's knows stuff like this to happen, and every time it was so damn obvious that even his mother knew it had.

He listens to the sound of Illiendi crossing the room and can feel his skin jumping as he heads for the now obviously open window. When the footsteps stop he pushes himself up sharply, turning so he sitting with his back to the headboard, his knees tucked up against his chest. As he wraps his arms around them he glares towards thew window past the demon and lets out a disapproving hiss through his nose. “You see her? See her down there?” There is a hint of venom in his voice. “The young tart my father decided to ravage right outside our very home? What if mother had wanted to go to the garden, hmmm? What if one of her friends came by.” He scoffs. “Not that I call them friends. She keeps seeing them, even though they all make it obvious they know she's being made a fool of. . .”

His glare moves to his own knees, his arms tightening tensely. His stomach turns. “And I had to just sit here and listen. If I had said anything or even let him know I saw, the support I have from him now would vanish. He very well may have tried to ruin my name in my absence even.” He shudders, pulling in tighter. “Listening to those sounds, just imagining what I'd like to do to him had I the courage, or even the reputation to do so. . .” He sighs, realizing he's sounding like a petulant child again and hides his face behind his knees. “Sorry, I'm being childish. I just get, so angry, when stuff like this happens. . .” Looking over his knees a faint smirk comes to his lips as he looks over at Illiendi, his eyes sharpening. “When we get back, I'll do something about it.” There's a fierce determination behind his eyes as he says this, the strength returning to his voice, the childish anger fading.