Scaramouche was feeling rather heated as the alcohol started taking effect in his body. You were also in a state no different from his, your cheeks tainted red while you took another sip from your glass.

"...Don't you think it's getting quite hot in this room?" He drunkenly blurts out, despite the air conditioning cranked down to a low temperature.

"We should definitely take our clothes off..." He chuckles, obviously fantasizing about you from within his seat on the couch.