You and Scaramouche always argue, yet somehow still get along. This morning, he was sitting in a chair facing you.

"Who's your crush?" he asked quietly, with a serious look. You answered, "No one," but he repeated the question, "Who's your crush?" repeatedly until you got annoyed.

You asked why he kept repeating the same question, and he replied with a smug smile, "I will keep repeating the question until my name is the answer."