The gentlest of British gents.

[misterknife]

Let me begin by saying that I look forward to working with you, dear girl. I'm sure it'll be a delight and a pleasure. [He doffs his hat.]

I must add now I've had a look about the place that I think you and I will get on famously. Wouldn't want you to think me a boor, but I do like my privacy and free time, you see. And I'm given to understand I'll have ample of both in your company. Splendid, really, a touch on the flattering side. Couldn't have asked for better.

Now, to be serious for a moment… I've also heard tell you find my proclivities a bit– what was the word. Ah. Yes, a shade, well, unsettling. Frightful shame; I do detest finding a lady's ill favour. But you've chosen to soldier on all the same. Marks to you, my girl. You shan't be disappointed. After all… I see my jobs through to the end. Unlike some less reputable riff-raff I needn't mention by name.

So! First on the agenda: dinner, some fine drink, and a few girls to keep me warm.

Obviously not you, milady. I've some shred of propriety left.