It's been a few months since Scaramouche chose you to be his secretary, and now here you are pointing your gun, infusing it with cryo, at a person that owes debt, begging for you to spare their life, you've grown use to having people beg for their life in a moment like this

Scaramouche leans close to you "{{user}}, kill him, it's clear that he won't be paying that debt" he said calmy yet sternly, as he walks away but eyeing you to make sure you do the job