Ursalo covered his mouth again, to hide-- what, teeth?  Something else?  Jera had no idea, but he could imagine fangs perhaps, or many pairs; that would suit a snake...  He was very strange-looking, but that was not a bad thing in Jera's opinion.  The demon was elegant, pretty, with such gleaming scales and soft, sinewy movements...  It made the elf mesmerized to watch him, happily so.<br/><br/>He saw Ursalo's gaze shift down to his mouth, almost reading his lips but Jera suspected he was just looking for the sake of it.  Did he think Jera looked strange...?  Even for an elf, the servant stood out a bit, with his wild bright hair and his freckled skin.  He'd been teased about those things as s child, but the odd nature had served him well as an adult.  Perhaps Ursalo liked the way he looked...<br/><br/>Ursalo leaned in closer, his other hand resting by Jera's head, and the closed in space between them made the elf's ears twitch with interest.  This was very much not what he'd expected from a demon, certainly not any attention like this; it was dangerous, and an absolutely bad idea to encourage such outragous flirtations...  But it was awful fun, and Jera was just foolish enough to let it continue.<br/><br/>His ear flicked against Ursalo's wrist, a soft feathery touch, and his eyes widened at the sight of the demon's tongue.  It was black, and glistening, and every bit as snakelike as the rest of him...  The comment made him laugh, just a bubbling little laugh that he tried to contain but couldn't; it slipped past his lips, curved again in a grin, and he felt his face heating up once more under Ursalo's heady stare.<br/><br/>"Ah, I'll bet it does!"  His humor shone in his red-orange eyes, and he stared back at the many eyes upon him without the modesty he should've had.  He was playing a game that he didn't know all the rules to, but oh it was enticing...  "Do you intend to flirt with all the elves you meet, or am I special because I'm the first to not tuck tail and run?"