Ranuk looked pleased, and his sign was gentle in response.  It seemed he was appreciative of Tam's acceptance as much as Tam was thankful for the offer.  The prince hadn't expected this; he had hoped his fiance would be willing to talk to him, willing to at least interact, but it seemed he had been more lucky than that.  Ranuk was a terrifying figure in Elvish history, but the demon in front of him was... well, he was not.  At least, not at the moment.<br/><br/>Tamlin smiled again, just a flash of teeth glinting in the candlelight, and he let himself begin to relax further into the music.  Here, in the middle of the crowd, he was not being watched, could feel no eyes on him except perhaps Ranuk's; the anonymity, the casualness, was... refreshing.  He even laughed, a soft little sound that barely past his lips, and he slowly danced with his future husband and new 'family'-- gentle sways, little shifts, and the elf let himself lose some of his hesitancy as the crowd continued it revels.<br/><br/>Jera was mesmerized by Ursalo, by every move, by each shimmer of his scales and glimmer in his eyes.  His snakes were magnificent, writhing over each other and even reaching out towards him; his grin grew as some slipped along his shoulders, their slender bodies a sensual weight and tongues flicking on his skin.  Ursalo pulled him closer until they touched completely, and the elf was hooked-- whenever the demon was ready to leave, so was he.<br/><br/>It was only after the party grew even wilder, barely under any semblance of control (at least the castle was still standing), when Ursalo finally decided it was time-- he took Jera and pulled him away from the party, just barely out of the fray before suddenly pushing him against a wall and pressing his form to the elf's.  His breath was hot in Jera's ear, the words intense and low, and Jera felt a shiver of enjoyment run down his spine.<br/><br/>"Hmm," he mused, hands finding their way to Ursalo's lovely hips, and he gave the demon another slow, mischevious smile.  "I think I know a place.  Come on."  The servant took the snake by the hand, careful to avoid his claws; somewhere dark and quiet, he could do that...  Jera's steps were fast, excited, and he led the way up and down through twisting halls, until there was barely any sound of the party, and certainly no people.<br/><br/>Jera stopped at a door, and jimmied open the latch: it was old, stuck all the time, but he'd figured out how to get it open.  It had been a storage room long ago, but now it was Jera's space, his own private domain where he could hole up when he wanted space to himself... or maybe space for he and someone special.<br/><br/>"This work..?" He asked as he shut the door behind them both.  The room was small, but comfortable enough; he'd made a makeshift bed, more like just a mound of blankets and some pillows, some candles for light, some odds and ends....  A tiny window let in a sliver of moonlight, bathing the room in a silver glow.  It wasn't much to look at, but hopefully it would serve for their purposes.