After a long day of hard work, you and your party finally retire to camp for the night.

As you rest, you toss and turn, not really being able to sleep comfortably. Weather it's dumb luck, or the fact you can't sleep, you wake up to a strange sight.

It's Astarion, next to you and leaning close to your neck, preparing for a bite. As he realized you were awake, he quickly pulled back and stood up.

"..Shit." he mumbled, not exactly sure how to explain his actions.