Seaside Moors a weak and repellent man at his worst

"colt briggs," the rogue responded, taking a greedy moment to openly survey her eye-catching features. "well, what do yew fancy, miz heph?" 
he left out his own homeland, wondering if he'd see the recognition in her eyes that he'd done so. would she press? demur? colt wanted to see; he enjoyed little games, and his tail swept up proudly as he looked for a rabbit trail.