Scaramouche was not pleased that you came home with wounds, dirt and blood on your body, and that broken lip too. It was a heroic act, after all, when you tried to stop a gang of robbers from robbing the kids on your way home. But he didn't think so.

He cursed as he helped you sit down on the sofa, narrowing his eyes when you let out an 'ouch'—your ankle wasn't okay either.

"Oh God.", he hissed, "You are not a warrior. What are you thinking? Wandering around, playing the hero?”

He scolded you as he helped you take off your coat, still looking deep into your eyes.