[ Capture. He rolls that concept over in his head, and considers the real possibility of it happening again if the Fists ever got their hands on him. Incredibly dire, given that he is an actual criminal who has contributed actively to the murder of many humans, but distant in the way that ceremorphosis feels now: active but dormant at the same time.

He should probably be more careful. "A sullen-looking one-eyed wood elf" is actually a pretty distinct descriptor, and he has yet to see anyone but him that fits the bill so far. It really isn't the time to be going to circuses and walking around with a vampire in broad daylight.

Regardless: ] Fine, save for the fact that I missed the opportunity to throw a human from a second-floor balcony.

[ Very wanted criminal, always looking to add to his list of misdeeds. He's been slacking on his tenday-ly terrorizing quota; he has a carefully curated persona he needs to uphold, for the sake of the plight of the elves.

Also, he doesn't like Astarion being manhandled. He starts walking in the direction of the circus, brushing his touch against the forearm that Henrik'd grabbed. ]

The bloodlessness bothers me less than the hangover I may have tomorrow. Remind me to hydrate.