No, it doesn't sound wrong to me at all. Remember, you're talking to a pansexual woman. I've dated those that were pre-op trans*, those that were genderqueer. Straight people, bisexual/pan people, and all of those in-between before I got married. What I've found in the 20 years since I realized I was bi/pan was that:
1) Both genders are extremely beautiful, or at least they can be. Sometimes, it can be as simple as the light in their eyes when they see you.
2) Both genders like to be treated much the same way. They like to be held, assured, and caressed. They love to be told that they are appreciated; attractive; and held dear by the one they love. Sadly, I think the big reason why straight men don't usually express this is because they've been kinda groomed not too.
3) Both genders can be extraordinarily romantic. Whether it be remembering a favorite food, an inside joke, or pointing out flowers in bloom, this sense of beauty is something everyone has. It's just a matter of letting your guards down enough.
Here's something I've known for most of my life. Forgive the personal story here, but I really means a lot and it shaped who I became. This was one of the most important things I've ever learned. Jewlie, I wanted to share this with you in particular.
When I was a kid in 1984 (so I was 4-5 years old,) I had a friend that was black. Her and I would walk down the street holding hands, playing make believe, the usual girl stuff. This may come as a surprise, but even in California in 1984, less than 50 miles away from Berkely, I got shouted well...n-word lover. Most of them were by kids, but there was a few adults. The whole way down the block. When my mom and the other parents found out about that, they hit the roof. That stopped very quickly.
However, I was still feeling scared and uncertain. Like somehow, I had done something wrong. A few weeks later, my family was visiting a married couple, that had a kid around our age. I finally went up to my mom and asked if I had done something wrong. She took me aside and pointed at her friends, who were interracial. She said, "Tell me what you see there sweetie." I said, "I see two people in love." She said, "Then that's all you ever need to know."
I take those words with me 30 years later, even with a fictional character like Varric. Big or small, as long as it's true and healthy, love is just love. Gay, straight, bi, interracial, those with dwarf-ism, it's doesn't matter. Everyone with a good heart deserves to be loved. And I wish more folks would take that to heart.
...and I made another wall of text. I really need to quit doing that.
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