One of Ranuk's tails touched him, the lightest flick of soft fur and heat brushing along his knee.  Tamlin couldn't tell if it had been accidental or not, wasn't sure what to think if it had been intentional, but that wasn't something to dwell on at the moment.  Instead he wanted to hear what Ranuk might say, and when the demon began to speak, he listened.  Every word had Tamlin's full attention, and as Ranuk explained more and more about the Demon lands, what would be the prince's new home, he started to piece together an image in his mind of this new, ferocious place.<br/><br/>It would be hard, and so very dangerous, but there was a beauty in Ranuk's words: perhaps that happened, once you lived somewhere long enough.  You did not have to love it, but eventually there might be something you can appreciate...  Tamlin was quiet as he listened, and when his fiance finally stopped, he sat in contemplation.  Yes, this would be very hard... But for some reason Tam felt lucky that the demon he was marrying was Ranuk, instead of another.  "Thank you for telling me."<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Ursalo smiled and let out a low, vibrating hum that made Jera's ears twitch with interest, his eyes catching the way the firelight gleamed on the demon's slender teeth.  He was right, absolutely right; if he did share his jacket, if they did start this little game, they'd have to play it through, and then neither would get to eat...  The words curled up in his head, sighed softly and sweetly, and when Ursalo's smile turned into a leer, the elf felt his mouth water as a sharp and heavy thrill went straight to his groin.<br/><br/>It made him shiver, delighted and tantalized, all showing on his freckled face.  "Fair enough," he murmured, breathy with anticipation.  "As nice as that sounds, I suppose we should at least pretend we've behaved... Even if it won't be true."  The redhead redoubled his efforts with the rabbits, stealing glances at the snake whenever he could; he was hungry, yes, but for more than food.<br/><br/>It did not take long to get the meat roasting over the fire, the skins put away for later use, and once Jera's hands were free, they itched with the desire to touch-- to stroke Ursalo's beautiful scales, to pat along his hips and reach between his legs, to lavish attention wherever they could...  But he'd hold off until the other allowed, until they could take their time.<br/><br/>So instead, when the meat was ready, he peeled back a small piece and asked, bright and curious, "May I...?" as he motioned to one of Ursalo's snakes, the closest to his hand.  He didn't know exactly how the demon worked, but if it was acceptable, Jera would love to feed one of Ursalo's so-called 'darlings'.