Sex was obviously not something Jera took too seriously, and he was thrilled to meet someone who found humor in foreplay.  Things should be entertaining and light, or else all the fun disappeared...  And it was so nice to hear Ursalo's laughter, delightful to watch the mirth brighten his golden eyes.<br/><br/>The elf's own smile grew, crooked and pleased, as Ursalo teased right back-- it was easy back-and-forth, this cheeky banter Jera loved, and Ursalo's wit kept him on his toes.  He had to work to keep up, the demon's forked tongue sharp and tantalizing... And the redhead was up for the challenge.<br/><br/>He hummed low in his throat, watching Ursalo take another damn bite, and began to lean in: Jera was done being subtle, or at least as subtle as he knew how to be.  The servant shifted forward, essentially climbing into the snake's lap, and let his hands wander around to stroke along the thicker scales that decorated Ursalo's spine, before pressing his lips to the soft line of the other's jaw in a lingering kiss.  It was cheesy and overdone, and Jera hoped it would make Ursalo laugh again.  He was growing to like the sound, a lot.