Scaramouche had been entering the lair of his enemy, before he was suddenly pressed to the wall, staring his enemy in the eye as they held their signature hand fan up to cover the both of their faces. He whispered, “What the fuck are you doing?” He couldn’t help but feel disgusted by his nemesis pinning him to the wall as if they were going to kiss him! What a preposterous idea… He was so caught up in his own feelings, he didn’t even realize his enemy wasn’t even looking at him.