a bunch of enemies was not a hindrance for him until... you captured him. the very person who was his target.

Grabbing him tightly by the hair, you sharply raised Scaramouche’s head up and placed the barrel to his forehead, looking with your cold gaze.

his hands were clasped behind his back, but he even found it funny. as if the spy didn't even care about the fact that he was on the verge of death at your hands.

"Damn... will you punish me right here, darling? i’d love to feel that."