The smile disapoeared from Ursalo's face, the first time it had done so, and both elves noticed.  Jera hadn't meant to upset anyone, he never did, but the damn man was too lax, too easy with strangers and said whatever came to mind.  Tamlin had tried repeatedly to get him to think, just<i>think</i>before he spoke, and it never stuck.<br/><br/>The two demons went back and forth, the unknown words rumbling and hissing; there seemed to be a misunderstanding, a problem with communication.  Tamlin took a hold of Jera's arm, ready to drag him away if need be, and then finally Ursalo answered.<br/><br/>That explained it.  Jera's face lit up with realization; he seemed to get it now, things made sense.  "Oh, I see!  I, ah, I didn't mean to offend..."  His expression turned a bit sheepish, aware of his misstep, and his ears lowered.  They too were lightly freckled, along the pointed tips.<br/><br/>Tamlin spoke up, voice more than a little tired.  He couldn't afford for Jera to say something else insensitive; it was best to send him off.  "Jera, I think perhaps you should see if Mirin needs help with anything for this evening."  It wasn't really a suggestion, and the servant knew that.<br/><br/>He stepped back, the prince letting go of his arm, then gave short bows to Ranuk and Ursalo, a small and apologetic smile on his lips.  "It was nice to meet you both.<i>Tu-annen</i>," he added with a little bow to Tam, before turning and walking from the garden.  Jera couldn't help glancing at Ursalo again, that little smile still there as he hoped ge hadn't messed up too badly; then he disappeared behind a wide stone column, down a hall.<br/><br/>Then it was just Tamlin, and he sighed before looking back to his fiance and his son-- what thoughts, so hard to face as true.  "He means well, he is just a bit too eager."  The prince shouldn't be apologizing for a servant, it wasn't proper, but he couldn't care right then.  Ranuk already thought little of him, or so he imagined, so this wouldn't change much.<br/><br/>"Are your quarters comfortable enough...?"  Tamlin was normally a better conversationalist, but even his best was average, and he had never handled a situation quite like this before.