"Nice, well...no. Kind. 'Nice' implies no backbone and no boundaries--and believe me, they kept running into boundaries until they were sick of it." He pulled a face. "Besides, they weren't like real stalkers. Just...sexually hooked and desperate. The way out of a situation like that is to teach them that Variety is Fun."
His eyes flickered with confusion at the adoration in Anastasia's gaze, but he decided to simply play along. He stood, offering a firm handshake. "Well, Mr. Sypher, I do hope that you'll settle for having an indecent author on the island. I'm in erotica. Terrible, shameful thing, really." His eyelash fluttering showed just how much he was joking. "Hello. But yes, books, six of them, seven on the way, and maybe an interesting side project." He gave Anastasia a wink.