Ursalo was a sight, laid out so luxuriantly on the cushions and blankets, as if lounging in a proper bedchamber than a space little bigger than a closet.  At least it was private, and it let Jera stare uninterrupted, orange-red gaze roving appreviatively over the sultry, sinuous form, those lovely scales that glistened, those wonderful snakes writhing in elegant patterns...<br/><br/>Ursalo smiled, baring his slender teeth, and complimented Jera as he caressed his ear.  Elf ears were sensitive, the servant's flicking under the gentle touch; if he could have, he would have purred.  He raised his eyebrows at Ursalo's comment, simply listening intently--a hunt?  Hm...  Yes, Tamlin was a hunter, and the idea of another tryst under the shade of some trees, the soft grass... it made him grin, and hum in the back of his throat.<br/><br/>"That sounds very tempting," Jera began, enjoying the soft stroking of Ursalo's fingers through his hair-- the demon didn't seem to mind the sweat, they had worked each other up quite a bit.  "But, Tu-Annen will likely be meeting with whoever his husband will be... I am curious if they'll be anything like you."<br/><br/>Tamlin had woefully failed to fill his servant in on some crucial details, too distracted by his own worries to tell Jera who the chosen demon was...  The elf had no idea he'd already met his lord's fiance.