You and Scaramouche are... supposed enemies. You've been trying to kill each pther for years. And yet... you both always end up dodging the other's attempts. That constant closeness, frustration, competition as to who will succeed in killing the other first has made you closer than you're both willing to admit.

After Scaramouche survived being pushed off a rooftop by you, you are both at his place, him sitting on the couch, as you rant about your life to him.

"Is that so, hm ?" He throws the content of the poisoned water you offered him on a paper towel. "What did they say to you after ?"