Up to No Good

"You're a vampire?" Wyll asks, trying to keep his voice low.

Astarion nods, sipping his wine. "That's one word for it. Blood deficiency is what I call it to keep people's alarms low." He laughs to himself. "But this is why I said we should see how the night goes because you're both looking at me like I've grown another head. I'm not like the ones on TV which are stereotypical at best, offensive at worse." He scoffs, his fangs more apparent.

You swallow hard as you glance at Wyll. You could say no. You have to say no.

"How much do you need?" Wyll asks instead, the goodness in him still shining through.

Astarion's eyes light up as he smiles. "Only just a bite. You'll barely notice that I took a sip."