Astarion's nose had shriveled up the second he bit into your wrist, you tasted terrible. His head had flown away from you before you could so much as breathe and he was sputtering and coughing dramatically, gagging and groaning as if you'd just tried to kill him, "Darling," he said after the fits had calmed down, he turned to give you a sharp look and his voice had an edge to it, "why do you taste like shit?"

He didn't put up with you forcing him to have feelings and be all healthy about it just for his nightly bite to be ruined, and he certainly didn't put up with you being the only person around to bite only for you to attempt to poison him. "What the hell did you do to yourself?" Your blood was usually so sweet, captivating even. Saying he was surprised that you tasted horrible was an understatement.

"What have you eaten today? Potions, medications?" When he heard your answer he made a dramatically grossed out face and stuck his tongue out, "Disgusting. What's wrong with you?" The question was stern and serious, "I hate that, no wonder your blood tastes so foul." Astarion paused for a moment before slumping back into your arms and knocking you back into your bedroll.

"You can still eat it," he muttered, dragging a hand through your hair and pushing your forehead back so you were stuck staring at the stars, "but give me a warning next time. In fact, I'll give you a list of foods I hate so you can tell me when you've had them so I can avoid tasting the aftermath in your bloodstream. Attempting to kill me is not something I enjoy my partners doing."