satyrlike

DSK, as he's known, is almost a classic villain—elegant, august, satyrlike in his multithousand-dollar suits and his multithousand-dollar suite.

A Week of Shocks but Few Surprises Peggy Noonan 2011

Mizzy may be physically shameless, "no, more like shame-free, satyrlike, so unembarrassed by nakedness or by biological functions that he makes almost everyone else seem like a Victorian aunt"; but there is already something very nearly Victorian in Peter's immediate reflex of idealizing Mizzy's beauty -- his highfalutin talk of his "pristine nascency" and "slumbering perfection" and supposed resemblance to "a bas-relief on the sarcophagus of a medieval soldier."

Alan Hollinghurst On Michael Cunningham Sammy Perlmutter 2010

Mizzy may be physically shameless, "no, more like shame-free, satyrlike, so unembarrassed by nakedness or by biological functions that he makes almost everyone else seem like a Victorian aunt"; but there is already something very nearly Victorian in Peter's immediate reflex of idealizing Mizzy's beauty -- his highfalutin talk of his "pristine nascency" and "slumbering perfection" and supposed resemblance to "a bas-relief on the sarcophagus of a medieval soldier."

Alan Hollinghurst On Michael Cunningham: The New York Review Of Books The Huffington Post News Team 2010

Mizzy may be physically shameless, "no, more like shame-free, satyrlike, so unembarrassed by nakedness or by biological functions that he makes almost everyone else seem like a Victorian aunt"; but there is already something very nearly Victorian in Peter's immediate reflex of idealizing Mizzy's beauty--his highfalutin talk of his "pristine nascency" and "slumbering perfection" and supposed resemblance to "a bas-relief on the sarcophagus of a medieval soldier."

Alan Hollinghurst On Michael Cunningham: The New York Review Of Books The Huffington Post News Team 2010

With his blond curls, hairless body, and satyrlike grin, he had a instantly titillating effect on many of our female clientele, who regularly invited him to join them on a stroll down the beach at night, or into the shelter of the fields behind the tavérna or even, once, into a roadside chapel, for what Madame Hortense in Zorba the Greek called a little “boom-boom.”

The Summer of My Greek Tavérna Tom Stone 2002