The baker smiled at the child in question and then, once learning what flavor she liked, he crouched down and gave the sample to her. He watched her scamper off to eat it and then straightened up and looked again to the pretty woman who happened to look the part of an urchin. He pressed a tart into her hand and said, "Anything," with a murmur, "For someone as lovely as you." That part blurted out and red filled his cheeks. "Uh, many pardons for being forward, miss." And then he cleared his throat.

He was not sure where the flirting came from since he barely approached women in such a manner. He was going to get into trouble if he kept it up, wasn't he? He gave a long look and then cleared his throat again, feeling like an awkward schoolboy in the process of turning around to rearrange the treats.