[ In Iorveth's biased mindscape, he really can't imagine that anyone wouldn't be attracted to Astarion for a myriad of reasons: firstly, a lot of people are fucking stupid and think with their dicks (literally or metaphorically) instead of their brains, and those people would be attracted to Astarion simply because he's incredibly beautiful. Secondly, if people stopped thinking with their dicks for one second, they'd see Astarion for the fascinating, quick-witted, emotionally layered man that he is, and then they'd be properly attracted to him.

Whatever. Iorveth will punch them all if they do anything that Astarion doesn't like. Another huff, even as he leans into the touch to his chin, and he replies: ]

I'd press you against the wall and kiss you until your knees gave out.

[ A promise, not a threat. He sounds sullen, but now it's for the drama. ]

Then I'd follow you onto the floor and give you at least one orgasm before I let you back outside.

[ Hmph! ]