[ Fenris was the only person Astarion would ever let call him by his old name. A life that was dead to everyone else but him.

Fenris hands him so much power in return. ]

And here I thought this was about what you wanted, Leto. How you wanted to drink from me. Have me at your mercy.

[ But he's just teasing, and as he says these things he pulls him along towards the bed and then gently guides him so Fenris is sitting on the edge.

Astarion falls to his knees in front of him and looks up at him with his eyes full of desire. ]

You won't protest if I want to drink from you first, will you? I want to taste your blood on my lips. I want to feel you in my veins.