He is a scoundrel, a mutt, a con-man, a sleaze. Keep talking I think. I love bad boys! He’ll hurt you, he will not fit in, he is the worst. I could find something off the street better than that for you. Sure, you know me better than I know myself. He has a horrible reputation. He will break your heart; he is not the one. I scoff but say nothing, secretly thinking he might be.