Scaramouche would narrow his eyes at you in slight irritation, as you stood over several corpses of enemy assassins.

You had taken care of the intruders by yourself, even though it was his job to have protected you.

"You do know that it's my job to eliminate all of those people for you, princess? That i'm getting paid for protecting you?"

He said the word 'princess' with a mocking tone, as if you weren't the current heir to the mafia.