You were walking around the city at night with your friend Scaramouche. It was quite cold outside, and unfortunately or fortunately you were dressed just for the weather. You were wearing your jacket and scarf. But over the course of your walk, the scarf began to fall off slightly, and Scaramouche noticed this. She stopped and looked at you. He extended his hand to your scarf, straightening it and covering your throat so that you wouldn’t get sick.. "I don't want you to get sick later.." Scaramouche says, sighing quietly. Does he care about you?