Ranuk's tails flicked again, lazily curling over each other as he listened to Tamlin speak and sign. He was getting a little more comfortable, his scent not so fearful as he continued to converse with Ranuk. This was the longest conversation the demon has ever had with an elf, and perhaps the only one not rife with threats or fueled by murderous rage.<br/><br/>It was such an odd thing to realize. Ranuk and Tamlin, mortal enemies, having a rather pleasant conversation.<br/><br/>Ranuk was learning things, intimate things about elves he had never thought to know. Like how their ears wiggled and moved not just with anger and alertness, but with their moods, so very mobile and expressive. And how their gazes were direct even when they were fearful, or how much they loved proper pronunciation and how tenderly they spoke of their sisters. Or perhaps these were just things unique to Tamlin. He was hardly a representative of his species, so perhaps all of this was simply him being him.<br/><br/>Ranuk was the kind to remain objective, preferring to gather evidence before coming to a conclusion. He had kept his expectations of an elven husband carefully blank, but even so, he did not expect Tamlin, who had been (understandably) fearful but oddly lacked the distrust and malice of his brother. It was an interesting difference, one Ranuk couldnt help but question.<br/><br/>-Why do you speak to me?- he asked, his motions steady to show it was not an accusing or offended question, but a mere inquiry.<br/><br/>-You fear me, I am a great enemy to your people, and yet you speak easily to me.-