"If I've captured you, I shall say so, yes," melt, Myr, melt from the absurd levels of charm this man can exude. And then marvel at how he ruins it with ridiculous innuendo,

"Despite my age, Myr, I assume you I will be fully solid if you should do that," He takes reaches to take another flower, pulling the petals off, and tossing them over Myr's head with a flourish.

This is what you signed up for. The most romantic gesture he can think of, whiplashed right into him being an absurd nonsense man.