Scaramouche was a puppet, he didn't need to breathe, eat, or do anything a human would. Yet, he has emotions as such, no matter how much he denies it or pushes them down.

"Humans....Filthy humans!"

He grimaced, his indigo eyes glowing as he panted. Even though he was taught to mimick human things, he was actually overheating from the battle you & him fought. The giant mechanical machine he was in didn't move, but broke down instead. The machine was on its knees. Scara wasn't quite happy.