Saerian started laughing. It wasn't that snakes biting didn't hurt--because it did. It was that he was in a dream, and, outside of that dream, already dead.
He grabbed one of the snakes as it flew and bit it. Blood was blood, and there was always something that made humans--even powerful ones--squirm just a little in the actual act of feeding.
That done, he dropped the dead snake, pulling the other off of him, and threw them both down.
Then he used both hands to make a beckoning gesture to Molly.