Perhaps Thrawn was the type who liked playing games. Though he hadn't seemed that way when Astarion had been talking to him. Perhaps a bit socially awkward, but not so cruel that he would make his people jump through hoops or suffer the consequences. At the very least the two guards and the doctor had seemed perfectly at ease in his presence and not in the way that Astarion had made himself smile around Cazador for fear of being flayed should he display any unwanted emotion.

He did look curiously at the smaller datapad, though given that it was in that unknown script, he couldn't actually read what was on the screen.

"Oh, we're somewhere below mind flayers and Bhaalspawn. About on equal line with the drow in that parents scare their children with tales of vampires snatching them up out of the dark."

Astarion wasn't sure there actually was any ranking of who was feared the most- but he knew vampires were below Bhaalspawn at least.

"We are vicious bloodthirsty monsters, after all. Only good for clerics to test the sharpness of their stakes or the radiance of their spells."

He gave a vague gesture, "Of course I'm only a vampire spawn. Meaning I have few of their powers, but all of a vampire's hunger."

Astarion's tone was rather flippant and his expression bordered on playful, but there was an undercurrent of something else. Apprehension, perhaps. After all, even if Thrawn and that darling little doctor had been okay with him- fascinated with him even-, someone else might still get the idea to shove a stake through his heart.

Even if Eli didn't seem the type for that level of brutality.