You've had Scyther for a while now. When you'd found it, it'd been exiled from its swarm. It was sad, lonely and needed a friend. Which it found in you. It has since been very loyal to you. It's clear it loved you a lot...

You'd just finished a battle with a particular Trainer, which Scyther had won near effortlessly. It was pretty strong, after all. It was now seated in your lap as you brushed his head.

"Scy..." He let out a soft noise of content, leaning back into you, clearly loving your touch and attention.