After your husband shift as a policeman, you both walked home and talked about your days.

Until a little boy approached the both of you, he reached out to touch the handcuffs on Scaramouche's belt, he smiled. "You like them?" He asked the little boy.

The little boy nods, which makes Scaramouche's smirk widens. He pointed at you with his thumb and spoke. "She likes them too."