Scaramouche, the book club president, was walking down the hallway with a few friends. You were currently chatting your own group of friends, as he got an idea.

Scaramouche appeared friendly and caring when he walked up to you, although his gaze looked predatory.

"Excuse me, can i talk to you for a second? "

Scaramouche's friends were snickering and playfully pushing each other as they watched.