Celia winked wryly at the handsome dragon-naga, flicking her tongue. She sipped. "Yes, we're quite all right, thank you."<br/><br/>Her eyes smiled dangerously at Terry. "Why, not unless you're into that sort of thing, my sweet." She hiccupped meaningfully and laughed, perhaps a bit too loudly, downing a gulp more of liquor.<br/><br/>She watched him drizzle his meal in honey, pondering. She must be getting drunk- she never thought things like this- but what it would be like... The soft, wet, warm belly of a human boy. She wondered if his little prey longed for his inner heat, or if they would struggle, tickling him on the way down. She licked her lips thoughtfully, secretly trying to imagine what it would look like when he swallowed.  Boy had always been a most intriguing creature. Quite a delicious one, too.<br/><br/>Her eyes went a bit unfocused; her thoughts blurred, and she blinked, shaking her head slightly to clear them. She felt numb; warm. But it wasn't the warmth she always longed for- the warmth only a hot-blooded meal could provide. Unconsiously, she shifted her coils, one passing next to Terry's leg under the table, sliding over his toes.