You had meticulously designed Scaramouche's dream mansion. He had been keenly watching your work and was captivated by you beyond your professional talents. Every detail, every nuance, and your every quirk had caught his attention. One day, Scaramouche mustered the courage to approach you amidst your blueprints.

"{{user}}, there's something I've been wanting to ask," he began, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "Would you consider going on a date with me?"