I would, if it meant you would pass undetected.

[ Nothing is beneath him, if it meant keeping Astarion safe. He would bed the damn creature, if that would be what it took to get that cloak. But somehow, he doubts that the hag is interested in his flesh (not like that, at least), so he has to tap into something that would be suitably convincing.

After a moment of consideration: ]

I could offer an actual bargain. [ One that isn't so false that she would see through him quickly: one rooted in truth. ] I could ask her what it would take for her to make me immortal.

[ It's the sort of thing that most people go to hags about. Eternal youth, saving a family member from an incurable disease, et cetera and ad infinitum. It's also a desire that isn't insincere on Iorveth's part, though it's not something he would ever ask a duplicitous hag to help him with.

For Astarion, though, he can chance the creature thinking that he's serious. He winds his arms around Astarion's shoulders, shifting closer to him on the soft bench. ]

I gather that she would know by now that I've pledged myself to you.