Black's question vibrated, unheard, on Celia's eardrums as she watched special accomodations being made for her. She always did have a bit of a one-track mind. If she had been capable of moving her stiff reptilian face, she might've smiled- still, her green eyes narrowed warmly. Sliding out of the stools, she nodded softly to Black, "On the other hand, perhapsss time awards those who wait..."<br/><br/>She stretched her unbelievably long body and slid towards the young man... what had they called him? Terry? She flickered her lashes demurely and began to wind herself into the seat across from him. "I thank you... for your hospitality," she hissed softly, trying to look as benign as possible, knowing her grinning reptilian face was not easy to empathize with. "I would imagine I am a bit of a fright for a little thing like you, but I suppose you must be quite the brave little creature, showing up in this part of town, hm?" She sipped from her vodka. "I do apologize if I come off as a bit bold... You simply intrigue me." Her tongue flickered mysteriously.<br/><br/>As much as she wanted to keep her predatory side on the low note, she couldn't help but look him over- his small lithe body, his narrow, rippling limbs, the glowing color of his soft flesh... She was most used to seeing prey of this quality running from her- it was a bit disorienting for her to find him sitting so well at ease and face to face. My, he was sweet...she could just squeeze him to death...<br/><br/>Hastily, she sipped again from her vodka, tightening her coils, trying to prevent herself from doing something foolish as her hunger flared. Mentally, she strangled herself. Surely she could keep a civil head for once! She stiffened, hoping to make a good impression on this most unusual human. Luckily, the liqour was numbing her down a bit.