[ As much as Astarion would love for Iorveth to wear a deep V at all times, it's for the best that he covers up today. Astarion is leading him into the proverbial lion's den, after all; some of those spawn must have been starving for centuries, and Astarion's not entirely certain they'll be able to be reasoned with if they smell blood. He frowns, turning to Iorveth and doing up his buttons, right up to the throat. ]

Just try not to look too tasty.

[ Not that it'll matter. Astarion remembers his year in a coffin vividly. He didn't even have putrid rats to sustain him; when he emerged, he would have gorged himself on vermin if given the chance. He can hardly blame the spawn if they're hungry, but the thought of even one of them lunging at Iorveth makes him wrinkle his nose sourly. ]

If any of them makes a move, I won't hesitate to pierce their heart.

[ His eyes wander to Iorveth's pack. ]

We'll need to get rid of this when all is said and done, of course. Your people don't need to be supplied with vampire-killing weapons.

[ Just in case. ]