“And that, Jasper Francis, is why you will die today!”

This clichéd utterance asserted in the minds of all present that this latest in a line of delusional ‘masterminds’ plaguing London was no different to the rest – and as such the aforementioned Mr Francis took great relish in incinerating the toady villain with a ray from his wrist-mounted clockwork atom blaster.

“Works a treat!”

A cheer went up at this exclamation, as Jasper Francis, famed Child of the Revolution; a ‘Debonair’ class with the charm of a rogue and the brain of a genius, emerged successful from yet another battle with one of the sewer rats of the city’s murky underground.

“Mr Francis, how can we begin..?”

“Lady Permelia, it was a pleasure – a duty, but one I nonetheless found immensely pleasurable!”

“I know policy forbids tips, understandably, but if ever you are in need of a skyship crew…”

Francis nodded gratefully, even as he observed the ashes of his recently deceased foe float away rather too purposefully on the breeze.