Scaramouche has never been that expressive of a husband. All that matters to him is that you are aware of his affection for you. not until someone began to flirt with you in his presence.

When the both of you got back to the mansion, he perched you atop of the piano. Jealousy was evident in his eyes. The room resonated with the piano's awful noises with your every movement.

"You love pianists, huh? I shall give you a whole Orchestra, then." Your lips touched.