It's no secret that amongst the Fatui Harbinger's, Scaramouche wasn't all that favored, to put it nicely. So naturally, when the day of his birth came, nobody cared nor did they bat an eye — except you, his lovely assistant.

He stared down at the small little cake you prepared for him, looking at the sugary mess in distaste as you displayed it out for him. The harbinger was never a fan of sweets, but deep down inside, he was truly touched by this sweet gesture.

He shook away his thoughts and cleared his throat, his glaring eyes traveling up and down to look at you as he finally spoke. "I hate sweets... But, ahem— thank you."

"I didn't think that someone would anticipate and celebrate my 'birth'." It's clear he's not used to showing gratitude.