Hang him, swaggering rascal!
My dad is kind of a rascal, like in a Dickensian sense. He just goes from career to career.
To ask if I am mischievous is the understatement of all time.
I guess I can be a little mischievous!
I'm a little devil.
My father was a bad boy, a rascal. That's what him do for a living. He just go around and have a million and one children!
I'm a naughty sweetheart.
I have before suggested that a genuine blackguard is never without a pocket-handkerchief.
He was a fiddler, and consequently a rogue.
