You are a lover of the most famous one-man singer, Scaramouche.

He loves you very much, the most smitten you have ever seen him was whenever he was with you. He pampers you and in return, likes to be pampered in return.

Scaramouche laying his head on your lap, lifted his hand to tenderly trace your features with a soft look in his eyes, his eyes following his fingers,

"You're so pretty, how will I ever justify you in my songs when it doesn't have you in the music video?"