[ This encounter might play out leagues better than Astarion could have imagined. Of course Gale has an entire tower with spare rooms and wards. For all that Astarion is enjoying the lush spread of the room they're in currently - and has entertained victims in spaces not unlike this one, when they have the coin - he hasn't dreamed of having his own space in a long, long time. If anything, he thought Gale might just pay his room and board at whatever tavern would put him out the least. ]
I don't know that my - [ He still hates saying the word after all these years, with a small wince, ] Master will come looking for me himself. [ Astarion has considered this: the effort Cazador would need to expend to track him down, the time away from Baldur's Gate. Vampires aren't exactly known for vacationing beyond their domains. Cazador has assets and power within the bounds of the Szarr Estate, but Astarion hasn't heard of any contacts in Waterdeep. It's part of why he ventured south, rather than up to Neverwinter. ] If anything, he might send a thug or two after me. [ A flash of a smile. ] Nothing someone of your talent couldn't handle with ease, I'm sure.
[ Gale pulls the lead tight and close, and Astarion's gaze goes a little dark, holding Gale's as he flexes his fingers, circles his wrist. ]
I do need to eat. [ Considering: how much he should downplay his own upkeep, in case Gale decides he's too much trouble, or if he should get ambitious about this. He sweeps the backs of his nails up Gale's waistcoat, barely touching, until they reach his collar. ]
Not much, though. I have a light enough touch I could do it while you're sleeping, if you're squeamish. [ Flicks one of the buttons on his collar with a pointed nail. ] Unless you have a rat problem in your tower. But living on vermin is like asking you to live on...well, vermin, I suppose. And then you'd have to dispose of the bodies, since I just suck them dry. Considerably messier than a simple blood donation.
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I don't know that my - [ He still hates saying the word after all these years, with a small wince, ] Master will come looking for me himself. [ Astarion has considered this: the effort Cazador would need to expend to track him down, the time away from Baldur's Gate. Vampires aren't exactly known for vacationing beyond their domains. Cazador has assets and power within the bounds of the Szarr Estate, but Astarion hasn't heard of any contacts in Waterdeep. It's part of why he ventured south, rather than up to Neverwinter. ] If anything, he might send a thug or two after me. [ A flash of a smile. ] Nothing someone of your talent couldn't handle with ease, I'm sure.
[ Gale pulls the lead tight and close, and Astarion's gaze goes a little dark, holding Gale's as he flexes his fingers, circles his wrist. ]
I do need to eat. [ Considering: how much he should downplay his own upkeep, in case Gale decides he's too much trouble, or if he should get ambitious about this. He sweeps the backs of his nails up Gale's waistcoat, barely touching, until they reach his collar. ]
Not much, though. I have a light enough touch I could do it while you're sleeping, if you're squeamish. [ Flicks one of the buttons on his collar with a pointed nail. ] Unless you have a rat problem in your tower. But living on vermin is like asking you to live on...well, vermin, I suppose. And then you'd have to dispose of the bodies, since I just suck them dry. Considerably messier than a simple blood donation.