Celia hiccuped, fluttering her lashes demurely. Her head swayed dangerously- she steadied it with a hump of coil. "Really, do you think so?" She giggled a bit unrestrainedly.<br/><br/>She flicked out her tongue, picking up subtle taste-smells of mingling honey and mouse and boy- absolutely lovely. Snakes weren't necessarily fans of sweets, but the prospect of honey on a live meal was nonetheless tantilizing- she tried to imagine such a warm, sticky, savory meal.<br/><br/>Even more intriguing was his use of the little mouse, Chloe, the one he had befriended earlier. There was something quite arousing about this fellow's boldness, his tastes, his desires- that he would dance the same dance as herself and teeter on the edge of temptation... Not bad, for his species. Such boldness tended to flavor the blood in most favorable ways.<br/><br/>Feeling Terry passing his foot along her tail, twisted herself almost flirtatiously about his leg, holding it firmly yet gently in a lock of hard, cool muscle. She chuckled. Oh, he was so warm...<br/><br/>Pity; the subtlety she might've planned for seemed to be headed out the window.