Strange coincidence of circumstances, because before you were known enemies, and now you sat under the table at the conference of the harbingers of Fatua, under the feet of your boyfriend, but no one knows this

Scaramouche spoke to the others in his gruff, cold tone, showing his majesty...

But suddenly his words are interrupted, when the harbinger feels your palm on his knee, which sends pleasant tingles down his spine, but after clearing his throat, he continues his words