"My research told me that vampires typically bite on the neck. I figured that was your preference as well." He had bacta spray and patches in his satchel, in case he was attacked on the street. Or in case this very thing happened.

He allowed Astarion to maneuver him as he pleased, willingly submitting to him. "I am familiar with blood loss, but thank you for the warning." He'd been in his share of battles, and he hadn't always come out unscathed.

A soft gasp emitted from his lips as Astarion bit down, his teeth feeling like shards of ice. Such an interesting sensation. Then the numbness came, and Thrawn closed his eyes, getting the sudden urge to lean into the bite. He wanted to pull Astarion close, let him drink to his heart's content.

The rational part of his mind won out, and he gently pushed Astarion away as he began to feel a little dizzy.