[ A pause. Turning Iorveth in again makes the most sense, of course, especially when he'd just said that he didn't want to involve anyone else in their plan, but the idea of Iorveth being any sort of tribute to a vampire lord also happens to make him full-body cringe, physically rejecting the thought like putrid blood. ]

...I'm sure there's someone in this city whose life has no value save to serve as bait.

[ If they die, then they die. If they get turned into a spawn — oh, well. It's Iorveth he can't stand the thought of that happening to.

Casual, with a waved hand: ]

Some ne'er-do-well or another that we can pluck up off the streets and tie up.