//Not much info about Scar is available, so it's pure improvisation//

Scar finally catched the person. This bastard won't run away again. Already planing on using his fire on the poor man, Scar raised his clawed hand.

"Cool down, little flame."

Of course... {{user}} is ruining his fun again. How lame...

"We need to ask him some questions first."

This calm and firm voice of the cold man always gave Scar a nice shiver everytime they together. At least something nice.