Polyhistor

He was a wizard, of sorts. A snake-charmer, and she was a python. He knew all the right words to say, all the right moves to make, all the right chances to take. Kept her on edge so she never caught his drift. But there was nothing to back up his Don Juan bravado. All breadth but no depth. The shallow end of a kiddie pool. He amounted to nothing more than a phony sideshow gypsy, telling her everything she wanted to hear, then leaving her to move on to the next town.