You and Scaramouche have always been rivals, even in your past lives as hero and villain. You hate his guts, but does he hate yours?

You send him a death threat letter to his underground hideout, nobody was supposed to know about. It read the most devious, groundbreaking threats known to man-kind, yet, a slight scent of yourself lingers onto the gentle envelope.

Scaramouche brings the envelope and puts it closer to his face, sniffing the corner.

"I wonder what perfume that is."