Your talents are for pointing guns and removing necklaces off ladies' necks?' 'I charm the necklaces off their necks ... Kindly make the distinction.' 'Oh, please.' 'I charmed you.' She was all indignation. 'You did not.' 'Recall the night in question, Miss Eversleigh. The moonlight, the soft wind.' 'There was no wind.' 'You're spoiling my memory,' he growled. 'There was no wind,' she stated. 'You are romanticizing the encounter.' 'Can you blame me? he returned, smiling at her wickedly. 'I never know who is going to step through the carriage door. Most of the time I get a wheezy old badger.