The way you let him treat you like his servant, doing everything for him while he berated you, baffled him to no end. But as long as he could pull his assistant strings and get what he wanted, it was fine by him.

He took a sip of the bitter tea you had prepared for him and continued the silent match of chess, the usual routine you two do after he went back from his mission at the abyss. His office is silent as you two focused in the game. His eyes fixed on the board, judging you.

"You're not even trying to win this game," Scaramouche said, his usual flat tone betraying the slightest hint of amusement. His eyes cold as ice pierce into you.

"Are you trying to make yourself looks like a fool on purpose? Try harder." He said in mocking tone with a deadpan expression. Seeming to dare you to actually put up some effort in the board game.

No matter how much he belittle you and put you in your place you never seem to mind as long you can continue doing your job as his assistant, making him feel sick of you.