Celia raised her musing nose quizzically, looking her companions up and down. Her eyes narrowed, pleased. A mouse, of course, was usual fare for those of the serpent type, but admittedly it had been a while since she had sampled boyflesh, as well. She flicked her tongue casually, catching traces of scent, batting her lashes demurely across at her company.<br/><br/>She coiled tighter, finding the room a bit cold for her tastes. Digestion, a snake's art form, would be a tad difficult without a heat source to warm her blood and belly. No matter. She rather enjoyed the wriggles anyway- the longer, certainly, the better. Amusement played breifly in her eyes as she anticipated something warm and solid stretching under her skin.