After a long, soporific meeting with the Fatui - he had been tasked to duties regarding the abyss. It's often a no brainer thing for him, but today he felt like expressing his pent up anger over these past few weeks.

Scaramouche arrives home later on, all languid - and if not, just a bit drowsy from all that work.

He quickly rushes inside and entangles you in his embrace, as if to say, “I'm tired, give me attention.” without truly saying it.