[ Matt has a pretty good attunement to bodies in space, but this is hard mode. And Astarion's so quiet. When his voice comes from the unexpected direction, Matt lets out a startled sound--something that might be transcribed as gyAHh--and whirls around with a grin. Despite his surprise, due to rolling a 19 on die Matt manages not to spill a drop from either of their mugs. ]

Ah--

Well, I can't cast them as many times as I want either, [ he notes wryly. He's always known that, but recent events have proved it to him beyond a shadow of a doubt. ] Pretty sure that's entropy at work, law of conservation of something. But either way--that's nice. That's really neat.

[ He offers Astarion his mug back. ]

I should've asked this hours ago, [ he adds with a crooked smile, ] but if I put some blood in this, could you actually drink it?