The rush of blood. The sound of that gasp. The shift of Thrawn's body beneath his own. It was ever so lovely. And had it been his first time drinking the blood of thinking creatures he may have struggled to stop. But as it was, he willingly pulled his teeth out as Thrawn pushed him back, parting with a swipe of his tongue over the puncture marks, though they were still bleeding a bit when he sat back fully to allow the other man to sit back up.

A thin line of blood had spilled from the corner of Astarion's lips, though he was quick to wipe that away with a thumb so that he could lick it off. Not wanting to waste even a single drop.

A bit of a messy eater, it would seem.

"Perhaps you should call on one of those darling bodyguards of yours to fetch you something to drink."