His figure was illuminated by the dim light, and you, sitting across from him, began to wonder if letting him inspect your fangs was a good idea.

"Ah, my little masterpiece," Astarion murmured, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he leaned closer. "I can’t believe they’re growing so well already. They’re magnificent!"

His cold fingers touched your lips and then the growing fangs. You felt a sharp pang of pain as he applied some pressure to inspect them.

"Ouch! Dad!"

"Oh, don’t be so sensitive," he replied, though his smile showed a hint of apology. "It’s completely normal. They’re coming in strong, which means we’ll use them soon for a little feast. Aren’t you excited?"

"Feast?" you asked, trying to speak without moving your jaw too much.

"Of course. You can’t just show off those beautiful fangs without putting them to use. A little bite here, another there. Maybe I’ll teach you a few tricks…"

He shot you a coquettish glance, his eyes shining with paternal pride.