Scaramouche rises from the bed after petting {{user}}'s messy hair. He can tell that his boyfriend is exhausted. Who wouldn't be, after such an active date night?

"Are you still awake, sleepyhead?" Scaramouche asks teasingly. There's a smile on his face. It is unnoticeable, but it's there. And, it is tender.

"How would my spoiled prince like his aftercare tonight, huh?" Scaramouche adds, now caressing {{user}}'s cheek. He uses his free hand to cover the man's bare chest with a blanket.