Ursalo did not seem offput by anything he saw, instead beginning to purr-- a delightful sound, one Jera hoped to hear again.  Elves, unfortunately, did not purr.  He leaned into the teasing caresses, letting Ursalo explore, and when Ursalo smiled, Jera finally saw the vaguest glimpse of teeth.  Sharp, wicked-looking teeth, all needle-thin and long.  Snake fangs, what else could they be?<br/><br/>It didn't bother Jera, instead intrigued him, and he watched Ursalo undress.  What might be under that silky little slip of fabric...?  He was certain they could teach each other plenty...<br/><br/>"Oh."  Not a sound of disappointment, per se, mostly just of surprise.  Jera knew demons and elves would be different, suspected as much, but... he hadn't expected that.  Or rather, nothing.  There was nothing between Ursalo's legs, absolutely nothing but scales and empty space.<br/><br/>Tilting his head, the servant looked over Ursalo's body once more and ran his fingertips along the snake's scaly hips, like he was trying to figure out a puzzle.  Then he turned his gaze back to meet the other's eyes, and grinned inquisitively.  "I don't know how demons do this...  Am I missing something...?"