The snake demon accepted the apology, laughing with a strange hiss as he covered his mouth; Tamlin wanted to keep away from the actual snakes that seemed to be coming from the demon's head, not knowing if they were dangerous.  Were all demons shaped so foreignly, so unnaturally...?  Then Jera put out his hand like he was greeting fellow servants, and Tamlin's discomfort turned to minor alarm, attention no longer on those bizarre little snakes writhing around.<br/><br/>It was inappropriate, the offered hand, but Tankin could do nothing now except hope the demons wouldn't mind the complete lack of formality.  Ranuk remained impossible to read, but the smaller demon, another snake-like one, seemed pleased and highly amused.<br/><br/>The demons didn't take Jera's hand at first, making Tamlin start to worry that perhaps they were offended, but then he realized as he watched the snake one's face that they might not know what it meant.  It appeared Ranuk did, his voice grumbling through the air, the words known only to his companion, who listened and made an attempt.<br/><br/>He took hold of Jera's fingers, and carefully moved his hand side to side.  The redhead blinked, then his smile widened in humor; thankfully, he held back the urge to laugh.  So funny, these demons; very unlike what he had imsgined...  Or at least the talking one was.  He looked a little like an elf, from afar and if one squinted.  Jera very much liked his many snakes, couldn't help his interested staring.<br/><br/>"Ah, like this," the elf demonstrated, and he slid his hand into Ursalo's, palm against palm and fingers curled over his.  Then he gently shook up and down, and the greeting was complete.  "That's all; it's just like saying hello, an introduction.  Demons don't do that?  How do you greet each other.. ?"<br/><br/>Tamlin was quiet as he watched Jera try to make friends, uncertain of whether he should laud the servant's attempts or berate him for his lack of tact.  In any case, it seemed to be going alright...  Thank<i>Ainu</i>for that.  Just as Ranuk was avoiding his gaze, the prince didn't stare, kept his eyes lowered from the imposing hulk before him.  He didn't know what to do or say, and so for now, he let Jera continue his enthusiastic questioning.