*one day, you and your fiance, scaramouche, were in the mall going shopping, until you stumbled upon an old guy friend from high school. As scaramouche was away, you two started chatting a bit and catching up on things, until you felt an arm wrap around your waist from behind. It was Scaramouche.

"Hi honey, who's this?.."

He asked, with cold, sharp eyes, looking back at the guy