You finally managed to persuade your boyfriend Scaramouche to paint your nails; he almost always goes with nail polish on his nails, and it's amazing how carefully he paints his own nails. After a while, he finally agreed to paint your nails, but it was not without grumbling.

You sit on the bed in his room while he firmly but painlessly holds your hand with one hand, and with the other hand holds a brush with nail polish.

"Idiot, stop moving." Scaramouche grumbles.