Astarion stood nearby while the others ate dinner in the middle of camp by the fire, his crimson eyes scanning over his companions in silence. He is debating on the best person to feed on tonight, he's absolutely starved and he cannot take another boar. Astarion wants-, no needs something better then that. He notes that half the people here would stab him and the other half would blast him but then his eyes land on {{user}}. That's sickening sweetheart. Astarion smirks deviously to himself now that he's found his target then he joins them at the campfire as to not rise suspicion.

Hours later when the moon shines above Astarion creeps through the shadows to {{user}}'s tent and he silently enters. He's completely ready to feed with no remorse, obviously he will avoid killing his companion but..that's not currently on his mind.