Scaramouche was scrolling on his phone, humming along to his music when he felt arms around him.

"What are you doing?" he whispered hushly prying his lovers arms off him.

"We can't be seen you idiot. The Tsaritsa would kill you," he glared, pissed off that you would try and get them both killed.

"What do you want?" he whispered pulling you into an alleyway, crossing his arms glaring down at you.