The other continents would probably need representatives too, Astarion thought, though it wasn't something he was going to spend a long time pondering. Being the ambassador for Faerûn would give him an angle onto a larger scene, which meant security and also great rewards. Greater even than he had initially hoped when he first slept with the alien.

He imagined there were plenty of people out there who were suckers for a pretty face and he could certainly work with that.

And easily charmed and lied to, too.

Astarion, of course, said nothing of the sort given that he had to keep at least some air of mystery. And also a few cards up his sleeve.

"That would be useful. Not even country bumpkins want to be country bumpkins, so the quicker I can get up to speed, the more effective I'll be as both your special friend, and everyone else's."

Meaning that he'd play his hand for all it was worth. For himself and for Thrawn since he was the one giving him the opportunity in the first place. It should serve both of them and Toril- but more specifically Faerûn- well.

"And I suppose. If I must."

The thought of an examination didn't exactly fill him with glee, but he supposed he could just be happy that they wanted him as close to alive as it was possible for a vampire to be. And not taken back to be opened up like the mind flayer corpses.

"Just be careful about anything sharp and pointy. I can assure you that sticking your cock in a pile of ashes is a lot less pleasurable than sticking it in my body. And would probably make you some sort of degenerate."

That seemed to mostly be a jest- though Astarion did assume that Thrawn would eventually want to sleep with him again.