Bozai was a man depressed from love sickness. That beautiful lady who'd done something so dangerous for him as to go up into the Gerudo Highlands to sketch such an amazingly detailed picture of the statue of the eighth heroine that nobody- including himself -had believed actually existed... such a beautiful woman she was. She wasn't all too-pronounced curves, but still carried herself with such a class and grace to make a man happy to be led around by the nose by her.
And she hadn't been anywhere near Gerudo Town that he could see since she left with the boots he'd so lovingly given her.
He was giving up hope of ever seeing her lovely face again- how even lovelier it must be under that veil! He wished he had paid more attention, had maybe asked her to use her dazzling talents with art to draw a picture of herself for him. He was going crazy, not getting to see her in the flesh, looking at him with those greedy eyes.
And there she was. Like an angel sent on wings from the goddess Herself. And she was coming right over to him. He stared at her, sitting up straighter as she got closer, now certain that no, his eyes weren't deceived, she wasn't an illusion of the brutal desert heat.
"You came!" he said, brightening. Then he quickly coughed, trying to collect his cool. No, no, coming on too strong chased off women. He couldn't chance this lovely slipping from his grasp! "I mean, I was hoping I'd get to see your beautiful face again. The bravery you displayed, going up to the Gerudo Highlands, was nothing short of astonishing!"