The sorceress was not a particularly seasoned adventuress just yet, but even she found the notion of diving from one stomach into another, particularly that of a stranger's, suicidal. Opting for a more diplomatic approach, she offered a casual smile along with a curt shake of the head to politely turn down the naga's offer. "Kind offer, but I don't believe it wise for me to go jumping down another gullet just yet. Especially since it doesn't seem like you're sliding in here against your will - so either you and I are about to become a very endearing swathe of fat together, or something else is going on." Pressing her hands up against the sides of the centauress' tum, she did her best to scoot back and afford Cathy a bit more space without unduly covering her already lathered body in even more gastric juices.<br/><br/>"Since it appears we'll be sharing the same space for a while in any event, let's start off on a positive note. I'm Elisia, sorceress extraordinaire. Or well, working on the extraordinaire part. You would be..?" Despite her extending an olive branch, the sorceress was physically tensed up, mentally preparing herself in the event that the naga 'insisted' on her invitation.