The 'road' from the desert gateway to Gerudo Town was ill-defined and covered completely in sand in some spots, which meant that about the time he got into Gerudo Town itself, he'd be pausing just inside to lean against the wall for support so he could dump the sand out of his shoes one by one. He could have potentially worn those sand boots over the sirwal, but if he was going for attractive looks, they wouldn't work. One would have to be completely fashion blind to not see that.
He kept a hand on the hilt of his scimitar, watching for signs of the monsters that made the road to Gerudo Town treacherous; most of the monsters were easy to avoid, as they tended to hide down in sheltered pits to hide from the sun, but there were the electric lizalfos that liked to burrow in the sand itself.
Almost miraculously, he managed to get to Kara Kara Bazaar unmolested. He lingered a minute, meandering around the far side of the bazaar to discreetly pull a water canteen from the Slate and down a couple of swallows before facing the desert heat again. He took a second look at his hip to make sure he'd remembered to clip the Slate the wrong way around, then went back out onto the road.
The creep was right where he always seemed to be, and Link wasn't sure who spotted whom first. They were both on the lookout for each other, though for wildly different reasons. Ugh. Link allowed himself a grimace behind his veil, nose wrinkling in disgust, then took a deep breath- here goes nothing, I guess -and altered his body language slightly. He kept an eye out on his surroundings, a hand still on the hilt of his scimitar, but the closer he got to the creep, the more he let his cautious walk turn into a saunter.
Someone owed him for this.
"Well, well, well," he drawled, lowering and softening his voice as best he could without speaking so quietly that he couldn't be heard- for all his otherwise convenient ability to reasonably pass as a woman, his voice was hard to disguise. It hadn't dropped several octaves when it stopped cracking, but it'd dropped enough that without a bust and more feminine hips to counter it, he'd be pushing it too much to try to pass off inheriting a deeper-than-normal-for-a-woman voice.
He crossed his arms over his chest, hoping it hid the lack of a cup size. "You sure like sitting here. Waiting for someone?"