[What stops Midna probably isn't actually the what that's being said, but rather the source of the what. Hayame has a very distinctive tone she uses. Easily intimidated to those who might be turned by such things. Of course, Midna doesn't know her well, but her impressions have simply painted the... jinba (as Midna reminds herself this is not a human and horse hybrid)... as firm. Serious, perhaps. Maybe a little too serious.

(Or maybe the idea that Midna seems to take things not seriously enough.)

As she rights herself, she lifts a hand to flick some of her orange and blonde hair back. Midna suspects she looks like a hot mess, though she won't dare to utter anything like that aloud. No sense in whittling down what little of her pride remains in this new world of new experiences she certainly never asked for.]

It is a rather beautiful hand. [Midna begins, all confident smiles served up with what must be a helping of arrogance.] You've got quite the keen eye, haven't you. Of course, I shouldn't be surprised given your history. Archery, I've heard, requires that sort of thing.

[Of course, she's playing it off as though she's not absolutely been caught doing something she probably shouldn't be doing. A shame it's not someone she can charm. Hayame isn't going to make this easy.]