((Sorry for the little delay in responding to this. Had a IRL event take me away for a while. Will be back, now, and slowly getting caught back up in things. Sorry this post doesn't fully live up to the stuff I've done in the past. I'll certainly start working on finding the inspiration to get back into a posting mood ASAP. ))<br/><br/>Arcea's ears flicker slightly at Yvonne's words, the faintest hints of a coy little smile slowly stretching it's way across her muzzle. Get to test the bat's words for her own? Admittedly, the thought intrigued her. Celrie was, after all, a magic user...and she knew from experience that she tasted absolutely WONDROUS. It was only a small stretch of the imagination to think of how such a magic user might taste squeezing down the tight, hot recesses of her throat, or better yet...slowly squirming out their last moments inside her soft;y-but-eagerly churning stomach.<br/><br/>As much as the bat seemed to want to help them, there was a small amount of Arcea that simply didn't trust her. In fact, had it not been for Trinara's own presence alongside the bat, having her tag along might have been something that she protested, at least to a certain degree. Still, she did trust Trinara's judgement, and if she'd been working with the bat for some time...well, it was okay enough, right? Not to mention, Celrie seemed quite fascinated by her as well. Pushing the thoughts from her mind, Arcea's grin turns into a full-fledge smile, her free hand idly roaming across the contours of the unfortunate cooness slowly but surely digesting inside of her stomach "Well, I'll certainly look forward to...sampling it, should it come to pass. I've heard magic in the right places..." Again, she puts emphasis on her words with another soft pat to the vague bulge of the cooness' head, resting just beneath her own breasts "..feels divine. Adds a<span style="font-style: italic"> flasa </span>,,,A, uh..." For a moment, Arcea's face scrunches up in thought, though only briefly. After a couple of seconds, she continues "..I believe the word is 'flavor'? I know there's a certain elf I never mind tasting..." With a playful little giggle, Arcea leans in and gives Celrie a lick, right across the side of her neck. Like most other felines like Arcea, there's just a very, very slightly rough texture to her tongue, but unlike more feral cats, there was so much softness it was difficult to tell - and certainly not uncomfortable in the slightest. If anything...it actually felt rather nice.<br/><br/>"Mmm, hahah...yes...that's nice. " She whispers teasingly, again giving the elf a soft little flicker of her tongue across the side of her neck. The second touch is altogether brief, though, and soon enough Arcea has pulled back, allowing Yvonne and Celrie to converse at their leisure. When the duo begin heading back in the general direction of the train, Arcea stays behind for a few seconds, embracing Trinara (however awkward the embrace was with her stomach full of lightly-squirming cooness) "You'll be coming with Yvonne, won't you?! I'd be nice to catch up on old times! Maybe we can get into some troubl--er, have some 'wholesome fun' before we settle completely into catspaw, mm? I'd love to hear stories of your trip! Had to be more exciting than going to the Du'Bucovina lands and try to be 'civilized'."