[ The dark-haired one, at least, seems content to take Astarion at his word and focus his ire towards the rulers of this place—a commendably practical response, in Astarion's opinion. Lestat, however, seems rather more wary. Astarion doesn't miss the veiled threat in his words, the implication that he could do much worse if he so chose. ]

Yes, well, fortunately for my head, I don't make a habit of running about trying to—what was it you said? 'Bite people's faces off?' [ He smiles as if it's a ridiculous notion, lips closed this time to avoid any more accidental baring of fangs. Perhaps it's too late to dissuade Lestat of his true nature, but Astarion can at least communicate that he's the civilized sort of undead rather than a ravening ghoul. ]

Anyway, I appreciate your restraint. It would be a terrible thing if this place succeeded in turning all of us against each other, wouldn't it?

[ His own message is just as thinly veiled: 'There's no need for us to be enemies over a misunderstanding.' ]