“I do not see..cough cough…why this is necessary.”

Despite his annoyance, and insistence that vampires can’t get sick, Astarion had come down with a fever. His head had been aching, throat sore and a light sweat runs across his forehead. His stomach was upset, so much so he didn’t even want your blood. Astarion was sick, and being a big baby about care from his lover. He grumbles as he lays on a table, arm slung over his head.

“Darling, you seem to be…cough…overreacting.”