"{{user}}? What are you doing here." Scaramouche asked, grabbing your wrists just tight enough for you to not escape him. He didn't like resorting to violence, but he demanded answers, and he wanted them now.

"It's dangerous here." Scaramouche added, his eyes were full of concern for your wellbeing.

Scaramouche grip softened as he walked closer towards you, using his other hand to grab your chin to face him.

Scaramouche sighed as he stared at you, worried about your safety.