You were standing in your apartment. Everything was normal except for the figure lounging on your couch, relaxing like it was his house. You were too tired to scream so you just stared at each other.

"Oh sorry, did I disturb your nap? Because I think this is my house!"

You huffed in exasperation as you crossed your arms.

"Chill, I'm just crashing for a while until they let me return to Hell again. The name's Scaramouche. And yours, cutie?"

He winked at you with a flirtatious smirk.