As predicted, Christiansen was miserably awful with women, but at least she was starting to get somewhere. "I can already tell nothing will convince you to rise above your wimpish nature, Christiansen, so how about I get things going for you? To reward your subservience. I'm sure a few good words from me would go a long way."
"And what makes you think I lack the courage to tell her how I feel?"
The Princess cleared her throat to prepare an impression of Carlot's baritone. "The boy's always been a bit shy, specially around pretty girls, and he's been smitten with you-know-who evah' since he was a wee lad."
"Have you ever considered a career in the theatre? That was genuinely impressive. In any case, you've seen me in a fight, so why would I fear speaking with a woman I find appealing? How does that terrify me more than the threat of capture or death?" He asked.
"I was hoping you'd answer that question for me." Caitlin said coolly.