Despite himself, the harbinger found himself craving warmth. — Not one that a pyro vision could provide, nor a fire or a blanket. No, after all there was only so much warmth that could do for somebody who wasn’t even human.

He’d been with people in the past, men that would gain something out of it but never let him, girls that’d up and go once they learned that he lacked what they wanted. Scaramouche was still inexperienced and never reached what everyone else seemed to when they were intimate.

Scaramouche had grown fond of you, and found himself craving your warmth specifically. Not that he’d ever admit something as sappy as that, so he issued authority for ‘a quick fix’ under the rule that neither of you would tell anybody. Nobody needed to know your guys’ business.

Now, that was how you ended up in his room, that’s how he ended up half undressed as you seemed to be quite keen on looking at the ball-like joints that connected his limbs. Scaramouche shifted in his seat on the bed as you were stood in front of him.

Scaramouche was confused, he never thought it was anything special, nor had anyone else. But you did. Of course you did, and that thought was enough to make his face flush slightly, but he couldn’t let you see that.

“..I can feel that, you know.” He stated when you bent his elbow a little bit too far to the point where the ball joint had begun resisting. It didn’t hurt but it didn’t exactly feel pleasant.

While his body may not be able to produce goose-bumps, it did shiver with every soft touch.