Mel stiffles a chuckle as Harolk explains everything, though she is making every effort to look proper.
Finaly, she can't help herself, "Sorry, I don't mean to, but I think you've got it wrong about women."
She takes a deep breath and then sighs, smiling again and regaining her composure. "Women don't want to be treated like objects Harolk, or at least not any respectable woman that's worth the time. I mean, if I were to drop everything and offer myself to you here would you," Mel stops in mid thought. "Well, don't answer that."
"Listen, women want to know that you're aware of their needs, and considering them over," Mel pauses and looks at Harolk, her eyes droping for a moment, "well, your own needs. Find out what she likes, and what she appreciates. Maybe get her a gift. Something small, like some flowers, or, well, if she's into weapons, maybe a nice dagger. Something elegant that looks nice, and shows her you put some thought into it. It's going to take time. Maybe give her some compliments, offer to help her with her armor, or sharpen her weapon when you happen to be doing yours."
"But most of all, make sure you don't make her feel like you think she's inferior, or an object. Treat her like one of the boys for the most part. Let her know you know she's a challenge for you, acknowledge it. When you offer to help her, do it as a friend, not as a guy offering to help a girl out 'cause she's a girl and she can't do it. And be patient. You're not going to get to her overnight."
"And last, but not least, you'll have to hope you're what she's looking for, because if you're not, well, I'm not sure you'd like what you'd have to do at that point. So, you can only go out there, be yourself, and hope you're the type she's looking for."
"If you want, let me know when you'll see her next, and I can follow along. Maybe I can give you something more specific."