[ 'He must taste good'. What an idiot, to not know that Astarion would never drink a drop of Iorveth's blood again if it meant that he would live. Astarion doesn't want to incapacitate Damris — he wants to fucking throttle him. He bottles his rage, or at least attempts to; he still burns with it, and it's obvious in the set of his jaw, the narrowing of his eyes.
Saying that this is something he'd allow, even deceitfully, feels like swallowing fetid rat's blood. Luckily, he has plenty of experience in gritting his teeth and swallowing things that make him want to retch, both literally and metaphorically. His molars grind together as he hisses through clenched teeth: ]
Give him the godsdamned antidote and you can do whatever you want.
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Saying that this is something he'd allow, even deceitfully, feels like swallowing fetid rat's blood. Luckily, he has plenty of experience in gritting his teeth and swallowing things that make him want to retch, both literally and metaphorically. His molars grind together as he hisses through clenched teeth: ]
Give him the godsdamned antidote and you can do whatever you want.