FOSSY JAW!

Compte Vermillion Ruche is a confirmed devotee of the practical joke. He is forever recounting tales of his past exploits.
"Remember that time we laced the Marquessa's luncheon with laxatives? Christ, I nearly pissed myself, or rather, she did hahahhaha"
he'll chuckle vociferously. Or
"what about when Denzel was shagging that bit of totty and we got the recording of his mum having sex with her new fella and played it through the stereo, top volume.... fucking hell, she doesn't half make a racket the old dear! I don't think he's ever really recovered from that poor bastard! Ooh, Tony, harder, Tony Harder" he squeals in delight, mimicking the sounds of Denzel's mum with no inconsiderable aplomb, not to mention enthusiasm "ooh, deeper Tony, harder!"
Ruche delights in violating the privacy of his staff, interfering in their sex lives, the movement of their bowels and their intimate emotional lives. This is all done in the name of 'having a laugh' and results in a distinct low level anxiety among all that work for him. A guarded, wary manner.....
He has hidden cameras secreted in the living quarters of all his staff and overtly films them while they are at work. He gathers reams of material about their private lives and predilections.
Naturally in the course of this surveillance he uncovers much contempt and scorn directed at him. Curiously he does not make his mockers the subject of punishment or ostracism but instead seems to feel impelled to win their favour, inviting them hunting or to sit next to him at dinner and share in his favourite cognac....