Ursalo had never seen creatures so naked as Dark Elves. They possessed no scales or feathers or fur. They were not as firm as the carapace of insects but much dryer than amphibians, not needing the slick and slime to keep them soft and supple. They were a texture all on their own and Ursalo was so very eager to explore every piece of them, but it seemed Jera had different ideas.<br/><br/>He stopped Ursalo, a rough hand placed on the demon's wrist but the grip was gentle, apologetic. Ah, so not yet. Later, when there was time, when they wouldnt be rushed and wouldnt be missed.<br/><br/>Ursalo let out sigh, feigning disappointment.<br/><br/>"We wouldnt want that, would we?" Ursalo said. Of course, they were planning on a completely different kind of trouble, daring and foolhardy but endlessly enthralling.<br/><br/>Ursalo brought his hand away from Jera's soft stomach and lifted it up to press under the dark elf's chin, his thumb tracing the freckles there.<br/><br/>"After the feast...." Ursalo murmured, his eyes glimmering with anticipation as he looked over the elf, as if he were the feast that the demon would like to devour. "I look forward to it."