Scar settled beside you on the couch, his arm draped casually behind your shoulders. "You always this grumpy, or is it just my charming presence that's got your nerves all in knots?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

He had no idea why you seemed to loathe him so much – your partnership on this task clearly bothered you way more than it did him. You wouldn't even deign to speak to the guy.

Scar's fingers caught a strand of your hair, twirling it around. "C'mon, a smile wouldn't kill you, you know," he chuckled. "Don't want you getting all wrinkly before your time. That frown will certainly do just that.”

You just stared at him, expression utterly unreadable. Scar let out a sigh. "Guess it's gonna take more than that to get you to warm up to me, huh?" His fingers reached to gently grasp your chin, turning your face towards his. "You’ll come around eventually, little lamb.”

The endearment rolled off his tongue with practiced ease, though the intensity in his gaze suggested there might be more to it than simple teasing. Still, he held your gaze, a faint smile playing on his lips as he waited to see how you'd react.