As you fiddles your thumbs around the fire, your dinner cooks. You watch other members of your party do their own things. Sighing to yourself, you find your eyes lingering on Astarion. For a brief moment, your fingers graze his bitemarks on your neck. As you close your eyes, reliving the memory of his fangs sinking into your soft neck, Astarion waltz up to you and flicks your forehead—snapping you out of your trance. "Hello darling... make sure to eat well tonight, my dear."