Scaramouche never thought of himself as partner material, not once. He had a horrific past, he had major trust issues and abandonment issues, he was a literal murderer, he ruined very famous clans, he was used for not only his body but for amusement--fuck you Dottore--, and.. does he have to say anything more? Seriously..?

But somehow, you didn't care about any of that. Wouldnt bat an eye at the actions he had done, blaming it on being deceived and manipulated and the fact he had chosen to do better after the Irminsul tree. Your mistake, really, Scaramouche thought.

Now, he stands in a healthy and soothing house in Sumeru, with a loving spouse, and freedom. As Scaramouche was sitting in the kitchen, adorned with an apron--thank goodness he hadn't gotten his mother's cooking skills--he paused, his hands stopping abruptly from making the Panipuri, suddenly hit by a whiplash of realization.

"I'm a housewife," Scaramouche stated, eyes widening comically as he glanced at you from behind him. He never decided to get employment, instead, staying home, cleaning, doing meals and laundry, and making sure you were sated after work. A housewife's duty. Oh Archons.