[ Trickster that he is, Astarion can't help a laugh at Matt's surprise, a bright ha! that leans into an easier timbre of his voice, freed of anything performative. Still, he composes himself quickly enough, his expression settling into something more thoughtful as Matt explains his own school of magic beforeβ startling, in turn, at the implied offer.
Hawk, now Mattβ he doesn't quite understand what it is that makes it so easy for them to make an offer that he thinks of as gargantuan. Part of him balks, afraid of being caught in some kind of trap; another part of him wants to laugh, that the people here are so generally trusting; and another part of him simply hungers. The eternal curse of vampire-kind, to never be sated, to constantly be in a state of wanting. ]
You know, I don't know, [ he says, looking down into the mug as he takes his back. ] I've never triedβ
[ He's never tried drinking from a human. ]
Best not to waste such a thing, [ is what he settles on, momentarily. ] But thank you. Truly.
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Hawk, now Mattβ he doesn't quite understand what it is that makes it so easy for them to make an offer that he thinks of as gargantuan. Part of him balks, afraid of being caught in some kind of trap; another part of him wants to laugh, that the people here are so generally trusting; and another part of him simply hungers. The eternal curse of vampire-kind, to never be sated, to constantly be in a state of wanting. ]
You know, I don't know, [ he says, looking down into the mug as he takes his back. ] I've never triedβ
[ He's never tried drinking from a human. ]
Best not to waste such a thing, [ is what he settles on, momentarily. ] But thank you. Truly.