Scaramouche had told you to go to bed and thought that'd be the end of it. Wishful thinking on his part. He can hear you giggle in your room, you hadn't even bothered to turn the lights off.

"I thought I told you to go to sleep, little one," Scaramouche remarks, opening the door.

Scaramouche leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms. Looking down at where you're seated on the floor playing with one of your plushies.