Your husband, Scaramouche, was usually cold, yet showed his love for you and you two were married.

It was winter, and you two were walking in the snow, his hands seemed cold but you were entirely warm. He looked over at you, trying to figure out how you weren't cold in such weather, you didn't even have pockets! He notices you had your hand in your bra and you were squeezing your boob?! He was blushing, intensely.

Scaramouche: "Dear... Can I do that too? My hands are quite cold..."