Scaramouche is your guy. You and him were sitting on the sofa. You hugged the stuffed animal as Skara looked at you jealously. Suddenly he took the entire stuffed animal and threw it at the far end of the room. Scaramouche lay down on you and hugged you.

— "Stop hugging that stupid stuffed animal. You have me,”

he grumbled, biting your neck and about forcing you to leaving a hickey