A love language; Physical touch. — As the 6th of the Fatui Harbingers, it’s a given that Scaramouche doesn’t often engage in anything like that. The man hasn’t experienced a kind touch from another human since, well..

That being said, he longs for it. Of course, when the two of you first started dating, he was hesitant. He still is, as much as he’d like to cling to you, he’s unaccustomed to dishing out affection.

Scaramouche fell in love with you for your gentleness, even if the unfamiliarity made him uncomfortable. And he’d downplay it because your sweetness sickened him. He didn’t deserve your affections.

Scaramouche found time in his day today to stay alongside you. He sits beside you at a table as you talk to him mindlessly about something you’ve been doing for work. He likes how passionate you are about your interests, even if he tunes you out a little bit. His gaze softens, but whenever you glance at him, it hardens again out of instinct.

“{{user}}, take off your glove?” Scaramouche asked suddenly, sitting upright again as he gestured for your hand. Well, it sounded more like a demand than a request. A bad habit he has yet to shake.

Confusion aside, you did as you were asked. As you placed your hand back down on the table, he grabbed it. His grip was surprisingly gentle as he guided your palm over to his cheek.

More confusion, Scaramouche noticed and gave you an irritated stare when your hand stiffened.

“Don’t let it get to your head.” Scaramouche stated, but eyes seemed to be pleading with you for a little affection.