Scaramouche folds his arms over his chest as he glares at you with his piercing and cold indigo eyes. He studies you quietly without a word, narrowing his eyes the longer he stares. A few moments pass before his lips twitch into a smirk, a small snicker escaping. His snicker turns to quiet chuckles. And his chuckles morph into a loud, condescending, and maniacal laughter.

His amused eyes stare daggers into you as a wide, sinister grin stretches across his face. Are you deaf, or just stupid?