It did not take long for Tamlin to be updated on vital information. His confusion turned into muted exasperation so quickly that this couldnt be the first time a situation like this has happened.<br/><br/>Ranuk was bemused to watch the change in the elf prince, to see his dark eyes turn steely and unamused and his ears flicker with irritation before donning on his politeness like it was chainmail. They hardly looked alike, but it reminded Ranuk of Ortel so thoroughly that he had to look between the snake and the elf and bite his tongue to keep from laughing again.<br/><br/>The glare was the same despite the difference in species, an authority figure embarrassed by their subordinates and striving to make amends. Even Tamlin's response was similar to  what Ortel might have said in his place, so careful and diplomatic that any ruffled feathers would have smoothed out into perfection, the insult averted and no blame placed on anyone.<br/><br/>Ortel bowed in gratefulness, and shot Ursalo such a venomous look that the snake haired demon was cowed enough to bow as well.<br/><br/>"We thank you for your benevolence, exalted prince," Ortel said with such deference that Ranuk had to roll his eyes. So many courtly manners so early in the morning was beginning to make him itch.<br/><br/>The white demon let out a huff and let several of his tails bat against Ortel's bowed head, the fluffy limbs all but consuming him. The snake spluttered and cursed as the tails wrapped about his body, obscuring him from sight so that Ranuk could sign without the snake trying to censor him.<br/><br/><We fuck whoever we want as long as there is consent> Ranuk signed, unafraid of using the rude gesture of the word <Let the young have their harmless fun><br/><br/>Perhaps it was a little inappropriate considering the circumstances, but Ranuk was not going to punish Ursalo for his nature. It was just a dalliance, he was allowed to have them and Ranuk preferred he enjoy his freedom before being tied down in marriage. Being negligent in his responsibilities though was unacceptable, but Ranuk would deal with that privately.<br/><br/>Ursalo was quite aware of where his father stood and dropped his pretence of regret. He would repent for oversleeping and being absent in his morning duties, but he would not apologize for enjoying all the wonderful things Jera had offered him last night.<br/><br/>"<b>Ranuk</b>!" Ortel hissed, still caught in the tangle of seven fluffy tails. This always happened whenever Ranuk thought Ortel was being too overbearing, and it was mortifying every time. "<b>Ranuk, release me at once! You're embarrassing me in front of the elven prince!</b>"<br/><br/>"<b>The elven prince will soon be part of our household, he'll be seeing much worse than this," </b>Ranuk replied with amusement as Ortel finally managed to free himself, his fine red robes covered in an impressive layer of white fur.<br/><br/>After experiencing Tamlin's kindness from yesterday, and taking his words about expectations to heart, Ranuk was adamant not to disguise his true self from his betrothed. The elf should know what he is marrying into, and Ranuk had never been in the habit of restraining himself when it came to his family.<br/><br/>Ortel made disgruntled noises as he tried to brush the fur off of his clothes, but he did not resist as Ranuk wrapped an arm around his slim waist and pulled the snake close against his white chest. Ortel sighed in agitation as Ranuk licked his scaley neck, a soothing sign of affection that he did his best to resist, but the two have been bonded for centuries and Ranuk knew him too well.<br/><br/>He could never stay angry when Ranuk breathed such delicious heat against his scales.<br/><br/>"<b>Please, not in front of the elves....</b>" he whined plaintively. He was the first husband and head scribe, he had a reputation of dignity to maintain. Unfortunately Ranuk never put much stock into dignity.<br/><br/>"<b>Would you rather I mount you in front of them?</b>" Ranuk murmured hotly against his throat, making the snake gasp in shock.<br/><br/>Ursalo had inherited his mischievous nature from somewhere afterall, but even he knew when to move on.<br/><br/>"Alright! Whose ready for a hunt!" Ursalo said enthusiastically. He was lucky enough to be born without the ability to blush because if he could his pale face would be the shade of cherries.