The vivid blue strip of Ursalo's tongue caught Jera's gaze immediately, running languidly over that mouth he so wished to taste for himself, and if the elf could have purred, he absolutely would have.  His ears perked at the low sound of pleasure, rolling easily from the demon's throat, and the sheer salaciousness of his voice sent thrills down Jera's spine, sparking between his legs.<br/><br/>Ravenous, huh...?  That made two of them.  Dubnune was mild and accepted each pat, seeming to enjoy the attention.  Jera hummed, then began to laugh at Ursalo's quip, cheeks burning and freckles turned dark.  "Oh, I suppose that's true..."<br/><br/>He pulled his hand away and sighed, finally serving himself some of the rabbit; it would need to be eaten before it burned.  Delicious, delicious...  When he was done, Jera cast a mischevious glance at Ursalo, catching his gaze while he licked his fingers clean.  "Good, but...You taste better."