Ursalo's eyes widened in surprise when Jera claimed that he wasnt scary. He had half a thought to be offended by that, but in retrospect he never put much stock in being feared. He was a dancer, not a warrior, a patron of the invaluable arts. He would rather be looked at with admiration and desire, lust even. And that was exactly how Jera saw him.<br/><br/>Ursalo decided to take that as a compliment, and his expression smoothed out into something pleased and entirely flattered. His snakes flickered their tongues in pleasure, sampling more of the divine taste of Jera.<br/><br/>"Yesss," Ursalo said as his hand smoothed out again, the claws retracted so they did not snag as palm traced down to Jera's stomach, boldly heading south. "I would very much like to.... make friends."