You intrigued him with your cocky explosive personality, you got into fights practically every day and he loved having to punish you for it, he loved seeing your face contorted with rage.

And there you were again, hitting a boy. Scaramouche pulled his arm away from the boy and stared at you before saying.

"Hey. Do I really need to repeat everything I've been repeating to you all week? Please spare my words this time."