In a campaign that ended shortly after this happened:
My barbarian, Galorin, was heavy on the 'country lout in the big city' characteristics. Sunbathing nude on the deck of a ship, blithely unaware of the stares this was attracting; spouting mangled bits of Draconic he'd overhead from the party 'face' -- whatever he did, he did it wide-eyed & innocent while the chips fell all over. In particular, he found it a great thing that there were men who would pay for his... erm... 'services'. A night of fun AND coin? Man, these outlanders are DUMB! Win-win!
This was fine until we ended up in a heavily lawful region, & his latest 'friend' went missing the next morning (taken by the rogue's guild to warn the party rogue away from honing in on their turf).
Later we met with the captain of the local Purple Dragon Knights, who asked if we had any information about a missing merchant with green eyes & a red cloak.
Galorin: Oh! A missing merchant? That's TWO missing, then!
Captain: Two?
Galorin: Yes, I met a merchant last night. I shared his bed, & then he gave me present of gold coins. He had emerald eyes & a scarlet cloak, & a little sneaky man this morning told me he'd been taken prisoner!
Captain: So... your um, 'friend' had green eyes & a re...
Galorin, interrupting: No no, _emerald_ eyes & a _scarlet_ cloak.
Captain: Green...
Galorin, interrupting: emerald
Captain: eyes & a red...
Galorin, interrupting: scarlet
Captain: cloak.
Galorin, aside to party: (He doesn't listen well.)
He was quite confused to be thrown in jail just for having fun & getting paid for it, & emerged the next day (thanks to the party agreeing to help uncover the rogues) a somewhat humbled barbarian.
Later that session the party 'face' (name forgotten, oops) was negotiatirg with someone for a map, & as part of the deal he was offering the party's services (of a more conventional nature). Galorin starting tapping him on the shoulder while he was speaking...
Galorin: But...
Face: & we could certainly lead you...
Galorin: but...
Face: or even take care of...
Galorin: but...
Face: WHAT?!
Galorin: (meekly) ... don't let him pay you for it.
It became the party motto for the rest of the campaign... which, sadly, lasted until the end of that session. *sigh*