Tamlin let himself be led, not noticing Ranuk's little smack against his brother's chair (nor the small spill of wine or quiet cursing that resulted); the demons moved out of the way as Ranuk stepped into the crowd with the little elf in tow, and soon enough they had space to themselves in the writhing mob.<br/><br/>He didn't know what to expect, there was so much movement, so much sound, almost overwhelming.  The prince watched Ranuk move, just swaying to the music and enjoying the song, and wondered if he should do the same-- there was no pattern, no rules, and without rules he was lost.<br/><br/>Thankfully he wouldn't need to worry about getting crushed, protected from most of the swarm by his fiance's great size.  He listened for a few moments, letting himself feel the strange new beat, and finally began to move with it-- tentative, but growing more comfortable.  He looked up at Ranuk and signed, [Thank you for asking me,] giving him another small smile.  Ranuk could have left him at the table.<br/><br/>His jewelry glittered in the low light, the sapphires burning in the violet flame, and his golden hair picked up the unearthly sheen.  [I do not know this kind of dancing,] he admitted, slim fingers moving much faster now that he'd been in more practice.  [But I like it.]  This felt more real, somehow, than the many elvish dances that had been drilled into his head through the years.  Not artificial, not made to be perfect... just real.<br/><br/>Jera liked the feel of Ursalo's hands, even with such fearsome talons; the demon moved so gracefully, so tantalizing with each sway and shift.  Luxuriant, elegant... and so utterly enthralling.  He leaned in close, resting his own hands on Ursalo's forearms, slowly letting them slide up as he murmured with a grin, "You're a delightful dancer... I didn't imagine you could be so flexible."  His eyes shone bright, impish.  "You'll have to teach me some things."<br/><br/>When released, many elves fled back to their tables, utterly appalled at being so treated, but there were some that stayed for the sheer novelty of dancing with old enemies.