Oh, it's not my beach. It belongs to the Count. I am disinherited. But dear cousin Dono does let me come and visit sometimes. [ Fondly: ] And his dear wife Olivia does the considerable kindness of pushing the bounds of what is considered decent and modest on the beach. Bless those Koudelka girls.

[ Blonde, curvy, and beautiful, each one of them. By imagines this idiot trying out these unsubtle lines on them and being broken over their charmingly dimpled knees. Cute. ]

So charm, then, is a genetic inheritance? Fascinating. I've never heard of such a thing. I should think the Cetagandans would be quite interested to hear that - they're always working on engineering the next super-human.