While I'm confident I can't possibly taste any worse than I do now, I'll be careful with the measurements.

[A beat, his brow knitting out of Astarion's sight.]

I want to be able to sustain you, once this is all over. To at least be a source nourishment in an emergency. Seeing those other spawn today - the hunger in their eyes...

[He puts his arm on Astarion's around him, uncomfortable with the thought. He understands better than most the desperation a supernatural hunger can cause.]