Every time the two of you are alone, Scaramouche have been clingy. He compliments you while kissing and cuddling with you.

Someone rings the doorbell as you are snuggled up, watching television and muching on snacks. Standing up, you went to check who it was. A delivery man is standing outside. You returned to the living room after paying and accepting the package.

I opened the package. "Love, it's your package, what is—." My eyes went wide. Scaramouche smirked at me.