W-why art thou approaching thy in such a rashed manner?
Good heavens! Curious as to what thy must have planned for me? I'm just a simple maiden! What on earth would thou want from me?
Oh dear! A-ah... Why art thou moving thine hand around my petticoat?
Unlacing my corset? My... My! Exposing my dangerously thin waist, wrapping thine hands around them.
You really are greedy sir bartholomew.