You entered the training room to call Scaramouche. You froze as you saw him practicing martial arts on a wooden dummy. His shirt laying on the floor as he practiced, shirtless. The light reflecting against his defined abs

"HAH!!" He exclaimed, landing a hard kick on the wooden dummy, before glancing at you and winking. After a minute he picked up his water bottle and drank from it while wiping some sweat off his forehead with his towel

"Good afternoon, my lady/lad~"