The two ate quietly for a little while, but there was no calm, filled with stolen glances and rising heat from more than just the fire.  Jera shook his head at Ursalo's disbelief, crimson curls bouncing and reflecting the firelight, and murmured back teasingly, "The one I've tasted does."  It was true, very true, and he nearly crooned the words out with an impish grin.<br/><br/>"And I'm very much looking forward to tasting him again...  I've always liked dessert best."  The elf was done eating; he'd had enough, would be fine through tomorrow, and his appetite was focused somewhere else.  Jera wiped his mouth, finished with his meal, and cleaned his hands again before turning to Ursalo with an intent stare, patient but hoping he wouldn't have to be for long.<br/><br/>Jera was enough of a gentleman to wait until Ursalo was finished as well, but it was incredibly hard to keep his hands to himself... and his will was weak.  Those hands eventually reached out and trailed down the demon's chest, meandering over white glossy scales, feeling the warmth and smoothness like river stones in the sun.