Scaramouche was many things, but a lover wasn't one of them.

The number of times he'd cheat on you, you can't count on your own fingers even if you tried — you'll lose count after ten. His own selfish desires to make you jealous, however, did not make you love him less. Of course, you were stuck and in love with a man whose infidelity is taller than his height.

Today, he asked the question he asked every time he cheated, "Are you mad at me?"