[ Astarion must admit, seeing the genuine shock and confusion on Molly's face is quite refreshing after their little game of practiced artificiality. He smiles, smug as a cat. ]

Ah, yes. A terrible family blood curse. So easy to let those slip one's mind.

[ That might actually be the reason, for all Astarion knows, but the way Molly had stumbled so clumsily into the explanation suggests there's more to it than that. If anything, he'd seemed confused that Astarion had even brought it up, as if he hadn't realized his blood was affected at all. Or maybe, he just didn't think it was obvious enough for anyone to tell.

Well, most people wouldn't. But then, most people don't have the opportunity to taste. ]

Don't worry, I won't judge, [ Astarion broaches. ] My own blood is less than palatable itself, truth be told.