"You want to use my hat as an umbrella?" Scaramouche quipped coldly, his arms crossed in mock defiance as he looked at the raid pouring down on you.

His extravagant, wide-brimmed hat proved to be an effective shield against the downpour, leaving him entirely dry.

"Hmph, the audacity to even make that request," he huffed with a bemused expression while looking away, but something in his gaze seemed to betray his thoughts for a moment. ‎ "Tsk." He gave in, and with a swift, almost imperceptible movement, he pulled you closer. You were shoulder to shoulder with him under his hat, sheltered from the rain.