[Blood? The fact that he’s still willing to let Astarion drain him further is nearly touching, and he laughs a little, fangs gleaming.]

Oh… Well, tempting as it would be to bite you again, drinking until I’m dizzy, that isn’t precisely what I meant.

[Which leaves the other option, clearly. He trails his fingers through Winter’s dark hair, assessing his gaze, and mulling over his own quiet thoughts in his head.

Should he? Shouldn’t he? My, but it’s tempting, and it’s been too long since he’s been tempted. And maybe that’s telling — or maybe it’s a warning sign.

Gods. Or maybe, for once, he decides he just doesn’t want to give a damn.]

…I want your body, love. Let me taste other parts of you.