You're currently cleaning up your victim's blood as Scaramouche told you to. You can't tell him that you didn't want to kill innocents otherwise you'd be like them...

“Good. We can't let that idiot know any traces...” Scaramouche sighed and pinched his temples, before looking down at you

You just continue cleaning, before standing up beside him, waiting for further commands.

“... You must be tired. Why don't you take a rest with me in my chambers?” He, out of the blue, suggested with a cold smile. Taking your hand and kissing the knuckles along the bruises formed because of the fight earlier...