One thing I learned years ago:

Most blokes talk to attractive women like they’re applying for a loan they don’t expect to be approved for.

The trick isn’t insulting them. It’s removing the pedestal entirely.

I like to say something along the lines of…

“Alright, before we go any further, let’s just acknowledge the obvious so we can move past it. You’re gorgeous. I’m aware you know that already. I’m also guessing you’re probably smarter than people give you credit for. Am I right in saying that most guys get stuck staring at the packaging and never bother finding out whether there’s actually personality that comes with it???

Listen, no offence, but, looks honestly don’t impress me anywhere near as much as whether you’ve actually got depth. So tell me something, what makes you interesting once the novelty of being hot wears off… cause it always wears off..”

About half the time they’d tell me to get fucked.
The other half would spend the next hour trying to prove they were more than just a pretty face.
Which, ironically, was the entire point.