Which means the intimacy, the gentleness, the foolish pleasure of Astarion's feeding, that first time, was all an utter lie. Fenris turns away, more angry at himself than anyone else. Of course it was. Bloodletting is always painful.

His head throbs with anger or fatigue, too many things happening all at once, and he is overwhelmed.

"We should move on," Fenris says, voice flat. "Never ever use magic on me again, without asking."