[ Matt watches Astarion's face, trying to gauge his response. If he'd met him back home, he wouldn't have thought anything at all of asking. He doesn't think much now, but he's gleaned enough from the other vampires here to figure out that blood-drinking isn't always a straightforward proposition. ]

Sure. No problem. [ A gentle shrug. ] If you do ever want to, I used to do it pretty frequently back home, for--not just my ex. People I knew.

[ For a given value of "know," which may or may not have included their last names or more than a few hours of an evening. Matt pauses a moment; then, as if bracing himself, he tips his head back to drain his mug, straightens with a roll of his shoulders. Exhales on a whew. ]

Okay. [ With a smile. ] Should we keep going?