The Demon Queen was delighted, and accepted the dare with grace-- she clapped her hands, and all the lights in the Great Hall vanished.  People gasped, surprised, and then murmurs spread as the light was replaced with a glowing, unnatural flame.  They could see a strange light in the demons' eyes, and discomfort grew as the elves shifted in their seats.<br/><br/>A spotlight appeared, and in it was a snake demon, barely clothed with only a strip of glittering cloth around his hips.  Tamlin watched with wonder, dark eyes intent as he waited for Ursalo to move, but the demon was frozen in place.  He looked unreal, made of stone, but there was too much life in his pose to be artificial.<br/><br/>The demons erupted with noise, clearly excited; they slammed their hands against the tables, they called out in whoops and hollers, all waiting eagerly for the dance to begin.  It startled the elves, already so on edge, and they mostly looked towards the spotlight with dread.  What kind of horrible thing were they about to witness?<br/><br/>The bird demon gave a great cry, just outside the spotlight; it pierced through the air, harsh on the elves' sensitive ears.  Many winced, but no one dared move.  Tamlin felt his heart race, and he leaned into the table, attention caught.  Jera was already grinning ear to ear, though it was hard to see in the subdued, magical glow of the amythest firelight.<br/><br/>Silence, and then a more bizarre noise than the first, like strings being strummed, the hum of music most unfamiliar rising in the air.  It was slow, just the bare beginnings of a song, and finally Ursalo began to move.  Subtle, bit by bit, he twitched back to life-- a hand, an arm, pieces of him gaining reanimation, one at a time.<br/><br/>It was arresting, even if many of the elves didn't understand it-- this was dancing?  Where was the proper music, the groups, the patterns...?  Even so, no one looked away, to intrigued to see what might be next.  Ursalo was eventually freed from his frozen state, and the music finally picked up as the real dance started.<br/><br/>Jera might have been smiling since the beginning, but now Tamlin smiled too, a soft and thoughtful curve of his lips as he gazed at the spectacle.  Unusual, very unlike anything he'd seen before... but he liked it, so far, and his interest was palpable as he stared.  Even if the demons did not appreciate Elvish arts, there seemed to be at least one elf who enjoyed theirs.