Your dizziness slowly faded and your pounding heart calmed as Astarion pulled away from your neck, wiping the remaining drips of your blood from his face.

“Well, darling, as always you have my gratitude.” Astarion’s thankful words were honeyed as he began to walk away.

You called out to him before he got too far, “Ah— Astarion, wait.”

“Aw, precious. Too shy to ask for a cuddle, are we?” Astarion teased, though he stopped walking away.

“It’s not that. I was just wondering if you’d like to stay and chat sometime. We never get to talk. I mean— you’re the most talkative person here and I hardly know you.”

Astarion stared at you, his eyes slightly wide. You were half expecting him to shoot some snarky remark at you and turn you away.

“Well…” Astarion murmured.