At the skate park, you nervously asked Scaramouche if you could join him and learn to skateboard. Surprised, he agreed, guiding you patiently as you tried to balance on the board. His teasing smile and gentle touch made you feel less self-conscious, even as the other skaters watched. Slowly, you gained confidence, stumbling less with each attempt. By the end of the day, Scaramouche’s rare, approving smile told you more than his words ever could. You’d made progress, and he found it endearing.