<i>Flatterer</i>.  Yes, yes he was; Jera would flatter and fawn over Ursalo all he liked, because the demon was worth it.  He was worth pretty words and soft sighs and lilting laughter, stroking hands and seeking mouths...  He was worth a lot, much more than the servant could give, but if Ursalo wished to spend time with him, Jera was not about to say no.<br/><br/>The elf watched Ursalo open wide, saw the firelight glint and gleam on his many, many fangs-- shining like little stars in a dark sky-- and he gingerly placed the meat against the snake's tongue.  It was hot and sweet, nearly melting and so succulent...  Jera was careful to avoid actually touching Ursalo; even though he very much wanted to run his fingers over the other's lips, wanted to kiss him properly, the demon had been cautious enough with his mouth that it told the elf there was a reason.  Some snakes were venomous, and perhaps some demons were too.<br/><br/>"Good...?"  He asked with that same coy grin, knowing the answer full well.  The rabbit smelled delicious, had to be just as tasty...  Dubnune was still resting on Ursalo's shoulder, and Jera reached out slowly to the snake, giving soft little pats against its scaly head.  "There's plenty left..."