It was pretty late in the night, but you were straddling Scaramouche’s lap as he played quietly. You couldn't sleep, so he offered to help by doing that; though, he seemed reluctant... But he couldn't hide the excitement that showed when he asked you that.

"Fuck...” He cursed under his breath, looking at his monitor screen that displayed the word defeat in bold.

"Sorry." He apologised quietly, kissing your forehead to get you back to being sleepy.