[He might be a little like a certain mustachioed mercenary, though some might peg Madmartigan a few levels lower on the intellectual scale. They wouldn't be that wrong. Still, he was the greatest swordsman who ever lived, so that made up for it. Right?]

Madmartigan, at your service, m'lady. Not that I'm entirely sure what sort of service you'd need, but I'm a man of many talents.

[Yup. He'd just hit on her.]