Illiendi watched passively a moment, his eyes on the tart as she reorganised herself but there was no hint of emotion, no sign of approval. A thousand thousand ideas flooded the demon's mind in the blink of his strange eyes, things he could do to her and to the father, things that would never be traced back to the young lord he served. Had it been an insult to him he would have dealt with it swiftly, mercilessly, there would be no doubting who did it and why but the human world was different and human relationships were vexing. 

He turned from the window; no intention of acting on the plethora of ideas he had from eon's of servitude to the master of hell, crossing the short distance to the bed where he perched only several inches from the hugged knees of his master. This was his family, his town, his matter and Illiendi was curious, curious if the young lord could figure it out. It was true any action now would not be prudent, it would perhaps make the demon's job more difficult and definitely less entertaining, however it was of course not impossible. 

He waited, the little lord was not going to disappoint and a small, rare smile fluttered at the edges of the demon's lips. He reached out to the tear streaked face and rubbed an errant tear from Amano's cheek, "That is right, when we return you will have diplomats behind you, emissaries, merchant's, reputation, fame, money and the love of the people. What will he have? His whores and his pimps." He stated gently, his eyes still devoid of emotion although his lips revealed amusement and perhaps pride. "Your Mother will be beloved by the town and your father chased from it. Such a time is not as far away as it may at first seem." The demon stated. 

Moving to stand he paused and looked at Amano, his pride turning to devilish amusement, "And I can guarantee that when your revenge complete and he descends into my world...he will not enjoy it." There was a special layer of hell for people like Amano's father after all. The demon stood, brushing stray locks from the Lord's face, "For now, you will not show your disdain or your disgust. You will hold it inside and make it your power, you will remember everything he does or says and use it to fuel your conviction. A Lord does not express such extreme emotions, nor does he trifle himself with the affairs of other lords, at least, not in the open." He schooled with that gentle but warm tone of his. "Imagine your life is now like a game of chess, each move is precious, each mistake potentially fatal, you're not playing the board in chess. Only small minded people think that it's about the wooden pieces. You play the opponent and it is the opponent you beat and not the game." He stated. 

Checking the window he saw the harlot had fixed her clothes and was strutting off quite like a show bird, "I have never understood the desire of your kind to bond to only one other. It seems unnatural, although hundreds of species do mate for life. It is however strange that one would go to all the effort of binding a person to them only to grow bored..." He gave brief shrug and turned back to the Lord, "What have we accomplished so far Amano?"