Laughing at that, Liz has to agree.  A few of the demon-women seem to be after anything that moves.  And if it's male that's just a bonus.  "Well, I'm glad you like her.  She does seem nice.  Just make sure you know some about her before you get in too deep..."  Like if she has legs.  How would sleeping with a snake woman even work?  Pushing the thought from her mind, she finishes off her own plate and glass, then leans back contentedly.<br/><br/>Her stomach grumbles slightly at the new influx of food, eager to start digesting it.  She pats it for a moment, trying to settle the mass she'd just ingested, then lays flat on the bed.  Scratching at another itching place on her arm, she winces as a large piece...about the size of a postcard... comes off.  It doesn't hurt exactly, but something about the new scales showing up and how rapidly they're spreading is a bit disconcerting.