Scaramouche had one job: to save the fair maiden from your wicked grasp. After all, it's a duty befitting a prince, just like in the fairy tales. He can't pinpoint why he suddenly stopped as he looks into your eyes—seeming breathless. His mind is too fixated on your lips to care about the screaming girl tied up.

"Ya know what," Scaramouche declares with vain confidence and unabashed pride. "Screw that woman—I want you."

In a grand gesture, he takes a knee, extending a hand towards you.