Ursalo blinked in momentary confusion before bursting out into laughter. He didnt intend to be mean about it, but Jera not understanding the status of the demons that he had met was pure comedy. He turned and wrapped an arm around Jera's waist and pulled him close. His mouth could not kiss the elf, but his snakes could, and they pressed their scaley lips to Jera's cheeks and neck.<br/><br/>"Oh, little elf," Ursalo giggled as they pressed their foreheads together, "my father<i>is </i>the husband-to-be."<br/><br/>And what lucky happenstance that Jera was the prince's servant, meaning there was a distinct possibility that Jera would be coming with Tamlin to live with the demons. In Ursalo's own household. What fun they could make together, what trouble they could stir up in the catacombs of the hive.<br/><br/>"Did no one bother to tell you?" Ursalo asked teasingly even as his hands smoothed over Jera's back, to soften the insult should the elf become offended or embarrassed.