I could say a few things about Rufus Sewell. I could talk about how he rocked one arm and a slightly dodgy haircut alongside James Franco in Tristan and Isolde (shut up, you know you’ve seen it). I could talk about how cross dressing never seemed so hot until I saw him in the BBC modern adaptation of The Taming of the Shrew last week.
But seriously: take a look at him. Chiselled cheekbones? Check. Brooding eyes? Check. English accent? Check and check. This shit writes itself.