The sensuality was effortless for Ursalo, where all he had to do was shift his hips, roll his shoulders, arch his spine in subtle ways and he could overwhelm anyone watching-- at least, that's what it felt like for Jera, the elf completely entranced.  The very way Ursalo breathed, the smallest glances; it was all a vision of beauty and desire, and it made the heat in Jera's body grow the longer he stared.<br/><br/>So, desperate not to fall apart just yet, the servant focused on learning the names of Ursalo's snakes: Faimri, the one with the scar, the one he'd just fed...  And Ibi, the one with the little white spot, now restless and beginning to pout (as much as a snake could do so).  And there was a third, just now stirring and coming forward, curious.  Ibi hissed at that one, making it pull back and hide.  Dubnune.<br/><br/>Jera smiled and laughed, warm and bright against his tongue, delighted by Ursalo's explanations.  "Well, I'll do my best to remember...  Though it may take me some time.  But there's plenty for everyone," he said as he pulled some more meat from the roasted rabbit, and offered it again to the snakes-- first Ibi, and then to Dubnune.  It wouldn't do to leave anyone out.<br/><br/>"They're all beautiful, but none so much as you."  The servant peeled off a rich, juicy chunk of rabbit and held it out to Ursalo next; he was aware there was probably more than just fangs to be careful of, but his fingers were far enough back not to be bitten.