Bozai's brain completely exploded into a spray of sparks, staring at her with wide eyes and a face that felt entirely too warm to look as calm and cool as he wanted to come across. He didn't want to come across like an overeager virgin (even though that's what he was), but he didn't want to come across like someone who would just use her and move on to the next lady that came down the road. How did he balance that?!
His mouth moved in an attempt to form words, though what words he was trying to make, he wasn't sure, and his voice wasn't cooperating anyway, so he took in a deep breath and cleared his throat, buying himself a moment to make his head- the correct one -think in words, and not things that would be too inappropriate to say.
Yet.
"Well! A beautiful lady who shares the same love of legend and lore as I would be easily able to convince me to hand them over if she drew another picture for me- a very specific picture." Then he adjusted his glasses, taking the schmooze down a notch for a moment. "The picture you showed me of the Eighth Heroine was missing her sword. All the other heroines are holding theirs. Hers must be up there somewhere too."
Back to the schmooze. "If a beautiful woman could draw me another amazing picture of the missing sword, I'd happily take the snow boots off for her and hand them over."
Boots and other things, but one thing at a time. Woo first, reward after.