There was static in the air, sharp and sparking every time the two of them moved-- neither broke the delicate balance, neither pushed too far, because if they did then the whole swell of lust would just sweep over and drown them both.  So instead they had to content themselves with stares, and thoughts, and waiting.<br/><br/>When the food was cooked, the two could eat and then, finally, sate the rest of their appetites, which had only grown with each flirting glance, each memory of the night before replayed vividly in their minds...  It made Jera's head spin, thinking about what bliss he'd experienced, and he was so delighted to have the chance to repeat it all again.  Soon, soon.<br/><br/>But first, they really did need to eat properly, or else Ursalo's little quip might very well turn out true, and it'd be frowned upon to see an elf servant being carried back by a demon because he'd lost all his energy from a wild, wonderful night in the woods.  Jera needed his strength; he wanted to be able to keep up with the snake as long as possible.<br/><br/>Ursalo nearly writhed as he approached, his snakes undulating softly, and the demon looked pleasantly surprised by his request.  Jera smiled at the allowance, watched two snakes approach: they all looked nearly the same from afar, but there seemed to be some differences.  These two had slightly different colored eyes, tiny jewels in their dark faces, and one had a white scale, the other a small scar.  They were so pretty, and the servant wished to kiss each on the head to show his affection.  Jera had always liked snakes.<br/><br/>Ursalo spoke a reminder, but it wasn't the elf he was speaking to.  The snakes calmed their coiling, and the one with the scar came forward, mouth opening wide to accept the portion.  Jera placed it in carefully, then stroked under the snake's jaw, almost cooing softly before glancing back at Ursalo with another fiery smile.  "Do they have names, or should I just call them darlings like you do...?"