The flirtation was incredibly terrible but Ursalo couldnt help but be thrilled. Jera's ridiculousness was infectious and the demon found himself giggling like a hatchling with his first infatuation. It made him feel daring and mischievous. It made want to be cruel, eat slower, perhaps take another portion of dinner, make the elf wait even longer.<br/><br/>But no, apparently Jera couldnt.<br/><br/>A freckled hand found it's way to Ursalo's chest, and he flicked his eyes down to watch as it explored, stroking over smooth scale and hard muscle. Ursalo did not stop eating as Jera did it, did not rebuke the elf for his impatience, but the demon was not done with his meal.<br/><br/>He pointedly took another bite, wondering with dark glee how far he could push this before Jera gave up altogether and tackle him to the ground.