Ursalo made delighted noises as Jera showed the proper way to go about it. A handshake, what a curious custom. The snake demon was very careful to keep his claws away from the dark elf's skin as they were so sharp they could cut with just a touch.<br/><br/>'Demon's dont do that?' Jera asked and in response Ursalo pulled back his hand and flexed his fingers, his black claws extending farther out until they were wicked looking talons. Physical touch was rather avoided when near everyone had lethal weapons for hands.<br/><br/>"No, we do not," Ursalo said with a closed lip smile.<br/><br/>Ursalo very briefly considered fibbing, just to see what outrageous thing he could make the elf do but Ranuk knew his thoughts too well and stopped him with a firmly signed -don't-, a quick and pointed jerk of his fingers.<br/><br/>Ranuk did not use his voice as any vocalization he made of the word would sound threatening and sharp. He did not want to make his future husband flinch twice in one evening. The first time had just been a bit of fun, but he didnt want to actively be cruel. Tamlin was already terrified enough.<br/><br/>So Ursalo told the truth with dramatic flourish.<br/><br/>"Well, we bow," he said and demonstrated by swooping into a flashy bow with all his dancer's grace, arms held out delicately and body nearly folded in half, his snakes close enough to curl on his upturned ankle, "to our betters."<br/><br/>He came back up with the same poise, his limbs moving as fluidly as his snakes.<br/><br/>"To our equals we touch wrists," he continued, and held out his hand towards Jera, his knuckles facing the elf. It looked more like an invitation to dance rather than a greeting. He waited for Jera to return the gesture, soft skin sliding against smooth scale, before taking a step closer.<br/><br/>They stood at an intimate distance with the snakes head dipped down to keep Jera's gaze. The elf was so much shorter that Ursalo practically loomed over him. Or leered, as his eyes glimmered with blatant fascination and his lips remained curled in a persistently coy smile.<br/><br/>"To our lovers," he murmured, voice dropped several octaves to an airy, alluring baritone, "we press our faces close together, to touch foreheads, or noses, or lips..."<br/><br/>He made it sound more sordid than it was and Ranuk let out a sigh. Of course Ursalo would flirt with the first elf brave enough to speak to him.