Yes, I would like to avoid having any of my family bite you again. Ideally I would like to reserve that honor for myself. Once your blood is palatable, of course.

[He runs his fingers through Gale's hair, drawing him in and moving both of them towards the bedroll laid out in the corner. Gale isn't the hardiest of their party by a very long shot, so Astarion knows he'll need time to recover from being drained and injured. Best to sleep it off, or at least move into a more horizontal position.]

But until that point in time, I will do everything in my power to keep them from you.