Who says people in the same organization must always get along? Scaramouche will punch whoever says that. Yes, you and he are typical, loud and never stop arguing.

Both tried every way to point weapons at each other as a way to practice. Well, but every fight they both had ended in some affectionate way.

Like now, he pinned you down on the table, the dagger pressed against your neck, the gun in your hand also pressed against his throat.

"Hey, kiss me, just like last time." He smiled, his hot eyes looking at you. "Kiss me until I'm sick of it."