The bird demon called out again, making some of the elves gasp as they had imagined the dance to be over... and it was, but this was a new one.  The trio started up again, a new dance beginning; this song was brighter, faster, more joyful.  It held a playful cadence, though it was impossible to understand, and the demons were swept back up in a roar of applause.<br/><br/>Naviin ignored as much of the dancing and singing and godsawful noise as possible, drowning his irritation in drink.  It wasn't smart, per se, but he really didn't want to stay sober for this much longer.  Just drown in some alcohol and then slink away to be miserable by himself.  Sounded perfect.<br/><br/>Tamlin was very curious, however, the younger prince's gaze flicking between the dancers, the other demons, just taking in their reactions.  This was very unlike elvish manners; appreciation was shone of course, and enjoyment, but not so... genuinely.  The demons didn't bother hiding how they felt, or minimizing it for the sake of being polite.  He liked that, at least in this context.<br/><br/>The number of demons grew on the dance floor, slowly filling up the space until it was a swarm of bodies.  None of the courtiers knew what to make of it; they sat primly in their seats, looking at each other or at the demons in surprise, uncertain of how to respond.  Jera was tapping lightly at the table in rhythm with the music, happily listening and keeping his eyes on Ursalo-- it was hard to look away, he was so lovely and talented...<br/><br/>The king and queen sat still as statues, merely blinking at the spectacle, only able to wait until it was done (if it would finish anytime soon).  Riasa let out a soft laugh, picking grapes from a gnarled stem.  "My, so easily excitable!  I've never seen dancing quite like this...  Very charming."<br/><br/>Tamlin's ears lowered at her tone; he didn't like this, didn't like the vicious, underlying contempt, he didn't like the fighting masked with friendliness.  He tensed in his seat, taking a drink from his wine just to do something and keep from fidgiting, and hoped he at least would be left out of the conversation further.<br/><br/>Somewhere in the dark, somebody did whistle, a cheerful sound-- Jera couldn't help it.  The dancing and singing and sheer enthusiasm was too much to contain.