"This and tha.." he starts, before deciding sod it. "Actually, mostly those tacky novels where some secretary meets a cowboy or frozen viking or cajun pirate and it's all apple pie and lingering glances. Romantic tripe of the most sickly sort."
He extends a hand, best and most charming smile in place. "Keiran Decameron, and if you've heard of me I apologise for inflicting my work on a poor unsuspecting world."