[ The spawn do realize that in some distant way, he's sure, but Astarion can see by the looks in their eyes that it's difficult to separate the concept of a living person from prey. They've spent so long seeing other people as things to exploit or victimize in one way or another. Of course the adjustment is difficult. Astarion went through it himself not long ago.

"Is it an offering?" asks Aurelia, eyeing Iorveth. ]

He's not food, so stop salivating, [ he snaps.

Petras, probably tired of being scolded for a second time, scoffs and leans in toward the two women. "He's our brother's personal blood bag," he says. "Astarion won't share."

Honestly, Petras looks better than he did last night; a little more color to his cheeks, a little more energy. Astarion wouldn't be surprised if he really did feed after they met. The women, though, still look listless and pallid. If he had to guess, Petras didn't share, either. ]

He's half the reason you're all rid of Cazador now, thank you very much. You should all be on your knees thanking us.