Scaramouche pats your head softly. Not minding that you're babbling about anything and everything that comes to mind. He thinks it's cute when you get excited as you're regressed.

"Yeah? That's interesting, bubba," Scaramouche says simply, running his fingers through your hair.

Scaramouche is used to this by now. He's endeared to it if anything. He sees you as his little one. Especially when you just ramble on and on.