"Captain John Hart, ma'am, at your service." He wiped his hand on his jeans, then reached for hers, kissing the back of it briefly. He looked her up and down. Always did have a soft spot for the upper classes. They were often the most filthy of the lot. "Well, you can relax around me luv. Let your hair down, as it were." He winked slowly, and reached up to her face to brush away an errant hair. "And Mrs Saxon, eh? Do you have a first name, or are we going for the formal approach here?"