Ursalo relaxed into him, slowly losing any last bits of tension in his long, slender form.  He placed his hands on Jera's shoulders, just to touch him and hold something-- they were cool, not like a few moments ago, but then again, the demon was a snake...  Perhaps he'd run out of heat.  Well, Jera would fix that.<br/><br/>The inside of him was still very much warm, and the elf traveled where he liked, roaming the slick cavern, searching for whatever he might find.  Jera's fingertips touched something new, and his ears perked with curiosity as he glanced down to see.  What else was the snake hiding...?  He stroked the strange, round shapes, rubbing teasingly along their glossy surfaces; they were a lovely color, deep wine purple, just malleable enough to shift with each soft movement.  Very strange, very unique...<br/><br/>The elf heard Ursalo's sound, the deep sighing rumble of enjoyment, and he laughed quietly at the words, bright and excited.  "I love surprises," Jera admitted with a grin, and he experimentally pinched at one of the spheres, just to see what would happen.