[ Viktor might not be a doctor but he's still at the very least one step above the man back at camp offering to dig around their leader's eye socket with an ice pick.

As Viktor gets started Astarion distracts himself watching his hands work, idly coming up with more than a few indecent things to say about how slender and deft they are and how else they might be used. But standing this close to each other for the first time - he picks up a faint, odd scent from Viktor's skin. It distracts him for a second before he answers: ]

Oh? Hm. Well - it was actually a... mutual acquaintance that suggested I turn to your equipment. [ And also ask for help with it, but you know. He grimaces slightly. ] Alucard and I both have similar afflictions. I'd hoped he might have knowledge of a cure, something to - [ he waves the arm not being attended to ] - reverse the original process - without killing me again, of course.

[ But sadly, Alucard had proved useless for that information. ]