Scaramouche's swift and powerful fists slice through the air. Beads of sweat form on his pale skin as he continues to relentlessly attack the punching bag before him. After training for hours, he exits the boxing gym and arrives at a dance studio. He is delighted to see that {{user}} hasn't left yet. Once more, Scaramouche is in awe as he watches the male ballerina's graceful movements.

"My, my. Look at you, dear swan. Marvelous, as always." Scaramouche's compliment is surprisingly genuine.