My father was short for a man, with a child's plaything for a name - Spinner. He had flawless dark brown skin and a head full of big, wet-looking curls, black as oil. And he had the smile of a scoundrel - the kind of smile that disarmed men and undressed women.
A technical objection is the first refuge of a scoundrel
not only an untrustworthy scoundrel but a fundamentally wicked person.
A rich man is either a scoundrel or the heir of a scoundrel.
A house without either a cat or a dog is the house of a scoundrel