"Yes, naughtiness is my specialty. Acts that outrage the overly-straightlaced while bringing joy, entertainment and humor to all those who don't have a great knobby poker up their behinds. The books are my favorite way to do this, since I've actually contrived to get paid for it. He wasn't wicked. Horny, perhaps a bit greedy, and with a savage survival instinct if pushed, but dastardly? Too big-hearted, too much of a people person.
Oo, dastardly. That sounds quite intriguing." He quirked his eyebrow. "What sort of dastardly are we talking?" He clasped her hand warmly enough, his own strong and covered in smooth callus, and then bent over it to drop a tiny kiss where her thumb met the back of her hand. "Hullo, Ms. Wilson. I'm Jason St. James. I won't be offended if you haven't heard of me."