Oh, but I am. But only when it comes to certain indulgences.
[He just called Winter an indulgence, but it's not too far from the mark. There is an impatient part of him that wants to ask if he might clean this excess blood away with his lips, his mouth, but a lot of good that would do to stave off a possible infection. And since no one else in this strange little party is quite as open to Astarion sampling from their veins in the night, that would present a problem.
The taste would be ruined. And they can't have that. He might as well go out hunting for wild boars again, instead.]
And an indulgence, you are.
[He takes the skein after pulling out a clean cloth from Winter's bag, wetting it and bringing it to his skin, wiping away the quickly-rusting red. Astarion is fastidious when he is allowed to be (though he isn't one to shy at being splattered with blood or grime, that feels like the norm these days), and he works slowly and carefully.]
Even this tiny bit [of blood, he means] smells wonderful. It would be a shame to have it otherwise ruined simply because you can't be bothered to clean a wound.
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[He just called Winter an indulgence, but it's not too far from the mark. There is an impatient part of him that wants to ask if he might clean this excess blood away with his lips, his mouth, but a lot of good that would do to stave off a possible infection. And since no one else in this strange little party is quite as open to Astarion sampling from their veins in the night, that would present a problem.
The taste would be ruined. And they can't have that. He might as well go out hunting for wild boars again, instead.]
And an indulgence, you are.
[He takes the skein after pulling out a clean cloth from Winter's bag, wetting it and bringing it to his skin, wiping away the quickly-rusting red. Astarion is fastidious when he is allowed to be (though he isn't one to shy at being splattered with blood or grime, that feels like the norm these days), and he works slowly and carefully.]
Even this tiny bit [of blood, he means] smells wonderful. It would be a shame to have it otherwise ruined simply because you can't be bothered to clean a wound.