Illiendi glanced over the young master and slipped from his chair near silently, with a flourish he produced a handkerchief from his pocket and he knelt by Amano's side, deftly the demon took the clean handkerchief and rubbed at the stain's in his clothes, "Not an alley, a ship." He corrected, though it was hard to tell if he was attempting to be funny or not. Illiendi was still incapable of humour, he assumed one must have a soul to understand it properly. Once one spot of dirt was removed the demon moved swiftly onto another, "All eyes are on you my [b]master[/b] but not because of how you appear but your energy. You exude discomfort and people can pick up on that." Illiendi had managed to rub and scratch most of the stains out of Amano's clothing and now moved to his face where the last of the dirt remained. Taking a clean spot on his handkerchief the demon, with surprising tenderness for hellspawn, started to brush the dirt from the man's face. "You must remember, you have every right to be here, you may well be the youngest but you are still a lord in your own right. Soon you will have earned that title without your father's money. You will be fine." 

The demon wasn't much used to consoling other people, it was not in the usual job description but then he wasn't used to such melancholy masters either. "Unless you'd rather just call this whole thing off. You could do that for a minimal price." The demon gave the boys cheek one last brush with the handkerchief and stood up, while not perfect of course Amano was a lot cleaner than he had been which would hopefully sway some of the attention of the people elsewhere. Sitting back in his seat he put away the now dirty handkerchief into his pocket and folded his hands back in his lap, "Its your choice. Be the invisible son or become your own man. I'm hardly in a position to argue whichever one you choose."