Tamlin heard them approaching before he saw them, finally looking up from the bags he was arranging.  He saw the blush in Jera's cheeks, the brightness if his eyes that matched the snake's, and some suspicions formed about what possible mischief the pair had gotten into...  His ears flicked at Ursalo's comments, and he straightened up to stand and look at the demon properly.<br/><br/>"Ah, well...  You may call me whatever makes you most comfortable."  The prince wasn't going to limit Ursalo's choices, even if he wasn't ready to be called a step-father.  The idea of suddenly being surrounded by children, or being responsible for any, was daunting; he had no idea how any of that worked for demons, or what kind of families they made for themselves...  "But I think perhaps just call me Tamlin, for now."<br/><br/>Titles were messy, and the elf wasn't ready for things to change so rapidly.  Jera grinned, a crooked smile that flashed between Ursalo and Tamlin.  "That's what I call him, or Tam, when his parents aren't listening.  They're sticklers for protocol."<br/><br/>"They need to be," Tamlin murmured, but the comment was gentle.  He loved that Jera called him by his name, his real name; it said their friendship was true, that he could put his faith in Jera treating him as who he was, not what he represented.  Jera's smile widened, and he patted his friend on the shoulder, fingers warm.<br/><br/>"Did you enjoy the party?  I wish we celebrated like that more often."  Jera glanced at Ursalo as he spoke, barely containing the urge to wink.  Tamlin didn't notice the impishness, busy checking the tightness of his bowstring; it sang a whistling note in the air as he plucked it, satisfied with the sound.<br/><br/>"Very much...  And you, you dance remarkably.  It was wonderful to watch."  The prince's voice contained none of the fake compliments, the pale flattery the rest of the court held, instead genuine and appreciative as he looked up at Ursalo and gave him a small smile.  "Thank you for showing us."