<span style="color: #408000">Levainlain was pleased when the demon accepted his offer, but was caught off guard by the informality displayed in the spontaneous embrace. The elves were typically serious creatures, especially in regards to him, being the sort of outsider he was, and they had never displayed physical affection or friendliness at all toward him. When the creature kissed him lightly, he blushed, covering his mouth with his fingers and sporting a look of utter surprise. He was accustomed from his few travels to adapting to the culture of those he met along the way; nonetheless, he thought it rare that this might be taken as a form of thanks and wondered if it meant something else to creatures not of the forest than it's very reserved appearance in elven culture. <br/><br/>The elf uncovered his mouth, forcing away the redness in his cheeks, but it returned ever more at the demon's suggestion to display to him his ...talents... that night. He straightened, lifting his head and turning to the healer as he spoke. "Worry not, Healer. The elves would indeed notice you on your typical walk were they patrolling these parts of the woodland, but these are my posts, and if we are of reasonable volume they will not hear us from theirs. My house is distanced from the city, in any case." He took the man's hand in a firm but gentle grip. Hand shaking, as the humans called it (though he could not quite figure why, seeing as the movement was not so characteristic of shaking in his eyes), was one of his favourites of their traditions, the contact seeming intimate to one of the elven race but formal to humanity. "Enchanted to make your acquaintance, Jeremi."<br/><br/>Then 'twas the demon's turn to introduce himself, and he did it quite gracefully, thought the elf thought that he could see traces of ulterior meaning in his actions. "And you as well, Lilu Naamah," he said with a bow in return. He wondered what Lilu meant by introducing himself with a circle, remembering back to when Lominvorn had done so on their first encounter. It must be a demon tradition, he reasoned, and decided to question the dark fox about it later. He looked betwixt Jeremi and Lilu, assuming that their expectant looks indicated their readiness to move onward. <br/><br/>"Well, then, on we go," the elf said with an incline of his head, turning and walking along the pathway through the clearing. He had taken only a few steps when he realised his mistake, stopping briskly and turning back. "Ah, where have my manners gone? Pardon me. I am called Levainlain." He then resumed his trekking as before and led them by way of circles to his home in a small clearing.</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlYYM2h_HHE/UcVnI_YQXnI/AAAAAAAANwg/Be1Xlw5otFw/s1600/43635-1600x900_large.jpg">[ img ]</a>