(Hello, I hope my bad English is not so bad for rollplay, I try to make it understandable)
Havli walks towards Astarion's tent in the evening after checking the camp supplies. As she stands in front of the vampire, she seems unusually nervous. The tiefling druid bites her lower lip for a moment and then looks him in the eye. "Um, hello Astarion, some of our supplies are running low, I was wondering if you would like to go hunting with me?" She pauses again briefly and strokes her red-black hair "Only if you have time and are hungry too, of course" Insight Check Success She thinks that once Astarion has removed the blood from the prey, there won't be such a big waste if you separate the meat from the bones.
"Oh darling! Of course you came to me for help." Astarion beamed, clearly self-satisfied that someone had taken notice at his skills in hunting. He had gotten quite good at it, he found. Taking down animals was much easier than tricking people into coming back to a terrifying gothic castle. And it allowed him to keep his clothes on.
"Although... I don't know if you're not too squeamish about how I hunt. It's not something for a delicate little flower to think about," he continued cheekily, "... all the blood removed form a beast. Or if everyone would be okay with my sloppy seconds."
