[ "With what strength", Iorveth doesn't say. He'll let Astarion have this one. ]

It'll have to be your hands, if you haven't any rope.

[ That, or Astarion could use any number of Gale's robe belts to lash Iorveth to the bed, but Iorveth will let Astarion innovate however he wants. He wiggles his fingers where they're resting above him, on a pillow pressed against the headboard. ]

I'll not struggle. Whatever punishment you mete out, I'll accept with dignity.

[ Famous last words. ]