Astarion watched the doctor with interest as she entered, curious about the tools and the strange slate that seemed like a common tool where they were from if Thrawn also having one was anything to go by.
He held still as was asked of him and opened his mouth when she coaxed him to do so. It was the first time in his very long life that someone was interested in his spit of all things, but he supposed that all things were of interest when their worlds apparently did not have vampires like himself.
Astarion's gaze through all of it was on her, of course, his gaze somewhat intense- though that was typical for most vampires, really.
He finally glanced away when she brought out the small device, tilting his head.
"I don't think you'll be able to get a sample of my blood with that, darling."
He slipped a knife out from his sleeve- handling it in a most unthreatening way so that it wouldn't be interpreted as an attack- and ran the knife over his palm. Blood did well up and pour from the wound but it was more akin to the way liquid might leak from a container as compared to blood seeping from the wounds of a living creature. It looked unnatural. Wrong, almost.
He set the knife down, and then wiped a finger across where he'd cut himself to better show that the cut itself had already closed- leaving a thin pale line across his palm that was quickly fading too.
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He held still as was asked of him and opened his mouth when she coaxed him to do so. It was the first time in his very long life that someone was interested in his spit of all things, but he supposed that all things were of interest when their worlds apparently did not have vampires like himself.
Astarion's gaze through all of it was on her, of course, his gaze somewhat intense- though that was typical for most vampires, really.
He finally glanced away when she brought out the small device, tilting his head.
"I don't think you'll be able to get a sample of my blood with that, darling."
He slipped a knife out from his sleeve- handling it in a most unthreatening way so that it wouldn't be interpreted as an attack- and ran the knife over his palm. Blood did well up and pour from the wound but it was more akin to the way liquid might leak from a container as compared to blood seeping from the wounds of a living creature. It looked unnatural. Wrong, almost.
He set the knife down, and then wiped a finger across where he'd cut himself to better show that the cut itself had already closed- leaving a thin pale line across his palm that was quickly fading too.
"See?"