In answer to Jera's probing and his questions, Ursalo led his touch down between his legs, to meet the seemingly lacking space between his thighs.  It was a mystery, one the elf wanted very much to solve...<br/><br/>And slowly, he began to figure it out: Jera felt something, just the slightest indentation.  A seam in those lovely scales.  As he touched, his strokes guided by Ursalo, that seam grew wider until Jera could slip his fingers past.<br/><br/>Jera made a sound of delight, pleased with his success in unlocking at least part of the puzzle.  His reward was something velvety, warm and soft...  It felt feminine, looked feminine, but Ursalo had to be male; after all, there were so few demonesses, nearly all were men...  In any case, Jera was intent to explore this new piece of the snake, and he happily let his fingers wander.<br/><br/>"You're full of surprises, aren't you..?" he mused softly, stroking the inside of the seam with an adoring caress, his free hand against Ursalo's hip as he nuzzled against the demon's neck, what part of it he could access around the gilded collar.  The benefit of having such short, defenseless nails meant Jera could touch wherever he pleased, and he intended on doing just that.