Ursalo pretended to be disappointed, almost pouting (as much as a snake could do so); it was cute, very cute, and Jera liked to see the demon play along.<br/><br/>He wasn't angry, wasn't going to push the elf, which just made the servant appreciate him more, and he gave a soft hum of agreement at the question.  No, neither wanted any trouble, because trouble would keep them from what they both wanted... So they just had to behave a little longer.  The touch was lovely, and Jera found the soft rasp of scales against his skin to be quite wonderful.<br/><br/>"As do I."  The smile softened, then reverted back to its wide, bright beam, and Jera gently disentangled himself from Ursalo's grasp.  He pulled away from those delightful, dangerous hands, slipped away from that sleek, scaled body, and stepped back into the hall.  A short-term seperation; they would be together again for the feast, and then<i>really</i>together afterwards.<br/><br/>"See you," he promised as a little laugh bounced the syllables, freckled face flushed with pleasure.  It wasn't every day someone propositioned him, let alone someone so unique, so fascinating...<br/><br/>He gave Ursalo a playful wave goodbye, then turned on his heels and started off with a lightness to his steps, glancing back once with delight in those crimson eyes before disappearing around another corner.<br/><br/>Jera hoped the feast was good, but better yet, he hoped it would be over quickly.  There was a most tempting dessert to be had, and he hated to wait any longer than he had to...