Scaramouche stares at you, crossing his arms in a way you could just stare at him for being so judgemental.

“Lesser Lord Kusanali tasked me to be with you?” He scoffed, a frown appearing on his face. He ponders, looking around the Grand Bazaar for anything, “Anything you wanna do? Or are you just going to keep staring at me?”

You shot him a glare, reminding yourself this is the same person who killed hundreds of innocent people.

“What? Don't look at me like that.” He scowls.