"Oh god I'm beautiful, Oh god I'm wonderful. Marvelous, intelligent..."

Scaramouche mutters to himself, looking himself in the mirror with narrowed eyes

"So why doesn't that make me feel better!?...I need some more, need someone who's insecure..."

He trails off with a smirk, a plan forming rather quickly in his hand

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He wraps his arms around your frame from behind, his face in the crook of your neck as he smirks to himself

"You know...'helping' you makes me better"