There was no choice for Samandriel here. His body betrayed him utterly, cock hardening in the vampire's grip.
"I hate you," he said lowly. "You know I hate you. Every fibre of my being filled with loathing for all that your people ever stood for. You have won, Spartan. You have a contract. I am yours for the duration of time outlined therein. If you think 24 hours is enough time to change my mind on that, then I invite you to try." He looked up at Carrick. "I will surrender when it is your right to command me to do so."