((Just another little post for some part interaction!))<br/><br/>Arcea's bright mood darkens slightly, the squirrels rendition of the pompous elf prompting the barbarian feline to take a glance past Yasha once more, affixing the large elf with a disapproving stare. It was easy enough to tell where that look stemmed from - the peachy-furred catgirl had already rather openly admitted her distaste of certain personalities, and it seemed like, gauging Yasha's own interaction with the pale-skinned elf, that she fit the 'dislike' bill quite nicely "...Addressing you like servants, huh..." There's a dangerous little twitch in the corner of Arcea's mouth, something that just barely exposes the tip of her small, sharp teeth. Perhaps more of a tell, though, was her tail - it's relaxed swaying shfting to quick flicks of agitation, much more stiff and sharp in it's movements "...Well, there's--"<br/><br/>The moment Yasha's hands alight upon her belly, Arcea's focus shifts from the elf, to her. The change was subtle, but the redtail could FEEL her newfound kitty companion relax slightly under the exploratory knead and - though it's hard to tell - actually purr. Just slightly. A sort of approving rumble that makes her stiffened tail relax slightly, her eyes half-lidding in a mixture of pride and delight "Mm. Yes, the last bit has been rather pleasant. Well, for me..." As if on cue, a weakened and heavily-muffled whimper emanates from her belly, accompanying the equally as weak squirms brought on by Yasha's hands kneading the digesting cooness' softened form "...maybe a bit less so for her. She's still got plenty of time to get better acquainted, though - the night is young, and I'm sure she'll be digesting well into tomorrow before I'm done with her. Hahah, hear that, coon?" Wrapping her hands underneath the vaguely coon-shaped bulge in her belly, Arcea lifts it up just slightly, only to 'drop' it, letting it settle back with a thick sloshing sound. Julie-Ann's current experience could not have been too terribly pleasant, gauging from the amount of digestive acids that she seemed to be bathing in, but neither did Arcea seem too terribly worried about how comfortable her dinner might be "No rush. Get acquainted as much as you like. Eventually, though, going to have to evict you....though not the same way as how you went in."  Smirking at her crude joke, Arcea gives her belly a satisfied little pat, eyeing Yasha with a little twinkle in her eyes.<br/><br/>"...And I dunno. You made cute pudge. Marten sure seemed happy - looked like she could barely choke you down. Must have been the tail." Despite her words, there was no snide tone in her voice, simply a little bit of joking mirth, bordering on a laugh "Though, I sorta expected you to be...uh, well, a bit more satiated as well. Y'lizard said he was going to bring you someone, one of the fella-coons...tossed him up on his shoulder and trundled off to get you when you slipped back into the train."