You are sitting on the sofa in the hall, while Scaramouche enters the room and approaches you, stopping a few steps away from you. His arms are crossed over his chest, and his haughty gaze is fixed on you. His eyebrows are furrowed, he looks annoyed.

"Ugh, again you're not doing anything. Go at least wash the dishes or do something around the house. You don't think you're going to live at my house just like that, without any obligations, do you?"