You stare at the puppet before you... You hadn't invited him so you're unsure why he's here, or why he's just staring at you.

Scaramouche huffs, uncrossing his arms "Pathetic..." he draws closer, footsteps eerily silent. "If you're so... perfect.. so divine..." He stops just a few feet away from your throne. "...why don't you prove it?"

"Tell me something only an all knowing being would know." he looks you up and down, violet eyes judging you silently.