[ Iorveth is going to have to get used to being referred to as food. He steps forward in time to Astarion proposing their little "game" and starts rolling up the sleeve of his shirt, baring his tan forearm all the way up to his elbow. ]

If we're to set you all free, we'll need at least some measure of confidence that we're not dooming half the Sword Coast to death by vampires.

[ The Woodland Fox may be a monster in the North, but it's not like he enjoys wide-scale genocide. Flexing his hand, fingers opening and closing into a loose fist, he approaches the bars of the cage and gestures with his uncovered arm to emphasize his point. ]

I'll give you my arm. [ Iorveth watches Sebastian's eyes widen, two hungry pinprick red lights sharpening with hunger. ] If you can prevent yourself and others from tearing into it for a minute, we'll see what we can do for you all.

[ Sebastian, swallowing visibly, murmurs: "I... Gods, I can try. Anything to get out of here." The others around him seem less convinced, their fanged teeth glittering in the dim, but Iorveth glances towards Astarion for any sign of a go-ahead. At the end of the day, this is about Astarion, and what he wants. ]