(Whoops, ha ha. Sorry, been a bit preoccupied lately. My apologies. This'll prolly be a short one, anyway... EDIT: Ha, ha, ha... XD)<br/><br/><br/>Celia watched eagerly, trying subtly to beat down her own impatience. The young man was smiling, tickling his throat, seeming altogether very casual with his own evident experience at such things. Indeed, her head had hovered so close to him in her own intrigue that her tongue once flickered against his idle wrist. Even the blur of his flavor was enough to make her woozy, a tiny oasis in the desert of hunger she was so forced to endure... Savory and rich, rare and delightful like a special wine. She stretched her jaw experimentally...<br/><br/>But she had been too forward already- it was only common courtesy to let the morsel get his money's worth to eat before striking. After all, it would be much better, much more satisfying, if he could experience her, terrified and without distraction.<br/><br/>She shifted her coils again, idly, trying to create some friction. The boy's own warmth was wonderful, but in and of itself would probably not be enough to jump-start her digestive maneuvers. Of course, the barkeep would certainly have some way of warming her up when the time came. No matter, she would like to savor it anyway- perhaps douse the poor fellow in an after-dinner drink...<br/><br/>Her eyes narrowed in mysterious contemplation, as she waited to observe what exactly the fellow would look like, warm, happy, and full of some misfortunate creature.