[Astarion drinks his down. He does grimace at the sting, it's strange having something sting on the way down. Even the foulest blood that he was fed during his slavery never stung. But thankfully the feeling passes rather quickly, settling into a mild, tingling sensation. He gives a small shake of his head as he sets the vial aside.]
Well, that certainly is a unique flavor.
[He reaches for Gale now, drawing a hand through his hair, brushing a thumb over his cheek.]
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[Astarion drinks his down. He does grimace at the sting, it's strange having something sting on the way down. Even the foulest blood that he was fed during his slavery never stung. But thankfully the feeling passes rather quickly, settling into a mild, tingling sensation. He gives a small shake of his head as he sets the vial aside.]
Well, that certainly is a unique flavor.
[He reaches for Gale now, drawing a hand through his hair, brushing a thumb over his cheek.]
How long do we wait?