Celia was quite taken aback by this question- as if he were peering into her thoughts, and nearly swallowed her glass by accident. She shut her eyes and gulped, trying to gain her composure. Subtly avoiding his eye, she hastily diverted the subject.<br/><br/>"You certainly have an interesting set of tastes for a human, hm?" she chuckled. "I suppose I should've expected that in a place like this. Hm..." Her eyes narrowed; she sighed. "Sadly, prey that size is rather lost on me nowadays- I can hardly feel it go down." She turned her focus strongly to her vodka and took another generous sip. "I suppose now that I think of it, I'm not sure this restaurant setting is quite... suited to my particular tastes. Meals are quite more enjoyable when you hunt them yourself, and feel them wriggle and protest all the way down... you know?"<br/><br/>She downed the last of the liquor, and stared at the glass longingly.