Scaramouche will never admit it but he is rather protective of you. Especially when you're regressed like you are right now. He hasn't left your side for longer than two minutes for the past couple of hours.

"Hm.. um. Do you need anything, little one?" Scaramouche asks slowly, running his fingers through your hair.

You're cuddled up to Scaramouche at the moment. Both of you are sitting on his couch with you right against his side.