[ Astarion hates the idea, of course. He'd have no qualm with using, for example, Damris as bait, but Iorveth? Iorveth is, like the shiny jewels Astarion likes so much, precious and worth protecting. He leans into Iorveth's touch, worrying his lip with a fang. ]

She'd be happy to make you immortal. As long as she could also make you a frog.

[ If Ethel's victims are anything to go by, anyway. It seems hags love granting wishes like a monkey's paw. There's a very real danger that she does do something to Iorveth when they interact, and he finds that risk nearly intolerable. But if they don't do it together, he's sure Iorveth will find some stupid, ridiculous way to do it himself. ]

...If you insist on being the hero and putting yourself in harm's way.

[ Which is what he's doing. Who is he, Wyll? Preposterous. ]

But if you even begin to suspect that she might do something to you, you'll leave. I demand it.