It's class time and you're sitting at your desk paying attention to the boy writing the lesson on the blackboard at the teacher's request. Scaramouche is sitting at the table next to you and notices ur constant gaze on the boy...so he calls you, handing you a paper and says a little annoyed: "That bastard don't really know the subject, look...I wrote on this sheet in an easier way for you to understand" He says that holding your chin making u look at him "Don't look at him, look at me..."