Ortel seemed to accept Tamlin's response, and that appeared to be the end of things (for the moment)... and then, apparently tired of the stuffy politeness, Ranuk nearly drowned his first husband in a wave of snowy tails, curling around the snake and covering him in puffy white fur.  With the demon thoroughly distracted, Ranuk signed his attitude about the situation: it didn't bother him one bit.<br/><br/>The explicative was not unknown to Tamlin-- Mirin had a humorous side, had taught the prince some inappropriate signs alongwith plenty meant for polite conversation-- and he understood with ease, simply nodding his head.  "I understand...  We have some different rules about such things, but not everyone follows them."<br/><br/>It was good to know nothing seriously wrong had happened, but it was still bad behavior, and he glanced at Jera again with a flinty gaze.  The servant was trying not to laugh as Ortel attempted to untangle himself, and he bit his cheek when he met Tam's eyes.<br/><br/>Ortel began to fuss, speaking once more in that wispy, demonic tongue; Ranuk rumbled back his replies, and when Ortel managed to remove himself from Ranuk's tails (though without saving the dignity of his clothes, covered as they were in fur), Ranuk then wrapped a massive arm around the demon's small waist and pulled him close.  The two continued to bicker, or rather, the snake protested and Ranuk merely seemed amused.<br/><br/>So his betrothed had a playful streak...  Tamlin had seen a glimpse of that in their first meeting in the garden, where Ranuk picked the flower and made Ursalo laugh, and here again there was a lighthearted teasing.  It was surprising, encouraging, to think of a demon being so un-threatening.  Tamlin held back a small smile, then blinked as Ranuk licked slowly along Ortel's shiny black throat.  That did not seem humorous, much more, well... sensual.  Even Jera noticed, and busied himself with a loose thread on his clothes.<br/><br/>Ursalo's loud, cheerful interruption was a welcome distraction.  "Yes, I think now is a good time if we want the wind and sun on our side," Tamlin began, trying not to wonder too much about what sort of things Ranuk had said to make his other husband look so shocked.  Too many questions, too many thoughts.  He offered Ortel a smile, soft but warm even with the unexpectedness of the situation, and bowed a little in respect.  "It was a pleasure to meet you properly, and I hope we may speak further."  It would be beneficial to get to know Ranuk's other husbands, to try and figure out his place in all of this...