[It isn't the same, he has to tell himself that. It isn't the same as Cazador promising him immortal life on the threshold of Astarion losing his, taking advantage of fear and pain and panic.

But even so, he does have to say-]

You could have said no.

[And then, ah, a hand waggle.]

Not that I wish you did, of course. Just... Well, living is all well and good, but sometimes the cost is questionable at best.

[Though in Winter's case, it appears it's only worked in his favor.]

Though more good than bad for you, it seems.