[ Sure, Astarion can imagine someone 'pressing their luck'—it's happened plenty of times before—but he doesn't think it would be because they were so enamored with his cleverness. Those are the words of someone who loves him, not someone who'd come onto a stranger at a tavern. Any interest from someone who isn't Iorveth would be of a much more superficial inclination.
But let Iorveth believe what he believes. If he wants to think that anyone out there is going to want to have sex with Astarion because his personality is just so great, then Astarion won't disabuse him of the idea. Instead: ]
Oh? [ He turns his hand over, playfully tweaking Iorveth's chin. ] And then what would you do?
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But let Iorveth believe what he believes. If he wants to think that anyone out there is going to want to have sex with Astarion because his personality is just so great, then Astarion won't disabuse him of the idea. Instead: ]
Oh? [ He turns his hand over, playfully tweaking Iorveth's chin. ] And then what would you do?