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I’m the Dashing Scoundrel in Your Favorite Period Drama, and You Think About Me a Lot More than You Like to Admit
You know I’m the one you really want
Greetings, fair lady. How do you do? I am Captain Hugh Swindler, of Blightshire.
Oh, this old thing? Yes, this is my regimental regalia. I wear it every day of my life.
I know, I look like some sort of golden god in my tight white breeches. Yes, I am rather tall, the tallest man in this county (but I don’t like to boast).
Heavens, but you are immediately enchanting and bewitching to me in every way! Shall I dare hope to see you at this evening’s ball?
Good evening my dear miss! Your fair complexion grows ever more pleasing. I will now slowly kiss your hand in a lasciviously flirty way (my outrageous handsomeness lets me get away with murder I tell you! Not like that toady cousin of yours!).
I find myself hanging on your every word, and making direct eye contact with you in a way that says “I have naughty thoughts too, even though we cannot ever express them”.
By the way, how on earth is such a charming (if slightly past it at one and twenty) young woman like yourself still unwed?
