Jera saw the look on Ursalo's face, and laughed with delight as the demon rolled them both over-- all this talk of tomorrow, when they still had plenty of time tonight.<br/><br/>The party was still strong, but some had broken free of the revelry, too tired or too overwhelmed to continue celebrating.  Tamlin had seen Jera some time earlier, but the servant had disappeared in the mob; the prince didn't need to guess to know the elf was off getting into trouble, he just hoped he was behaving himself at least a little...<br/><br/>Instead of worrying, Tamlin let himself dance, though it was a dancing he wasn't familiar with.  Unstructured, just moving to the music... He was uncertain, but he liked it, and Ranuk kept him shielded from most of the roughness in the hall, the demons running wild.  The time moved strangely, seeming both fast and slow, but eventually the long hours wore on.  Now it was time to rest.<br/><br/>Ranuk led the way from the hall, out of the swarm of bodies and noise; the silence felt like such a relief, and Tamlin breathed in the quiet as he walked with his betrothed.  He could see Ranuk pressing his paws--hands--whatever they could be called against the stones, trying to catch the coolness of the rock.  The explanation wasn't needed; Tamlin understood, the sweat on his brow drying as he nodded.<br/><br/>[Too hot,] he agreed, a small smile on his face as he caught his breath.  [But fun.  Thank you, for showing me how demons dance.]  The smile grew a little, Tamlin nearly letting out a soft laugh but keeping it in just behind his teeth.  The wine, the music, everything had relaxed him, and he was now more fluid, less a prince and more a man.  [Want go back to garden...? Cool air there.]