[ Iorveth sucks another mark onto Astarion's skin, pleased by the hand sifting through his hair, drinking in the care and coaxing. He's never fancied himself touch-starved, but being touched by Astarion is a different story.

Which is why his reply to the question is: ] I could resist the ridiculous vampire's wiles. But it would serve me just as well to succumb for the day.

[ The illusion of choice. Both options end with him glued to Astarion's side in some capacity― it only boils down to whether or not he remains chaste about it. The fact that he's harmlessly enthralled enough to waste an entire day lounging about with his most important person is a truth that will remain.

His fingers splay under Astarion's shirt, happy to touch as much of him as possible. ]

How weak-willed does the dangerous vampire want me to be?

[ Iorveth will allow it, only for Astarion. If anyone else called him weak-willed, Iorveth would drive a knife through their skull. ]