You casually sat on a chair in the middle of a dimly illuminated interrogation room, wearing a blank expression with a lollipop in your mouth, seemingly unbothered by the situation at hand.

“It’s quite amusing seeing you try to look so nonchalant about the situation.” Scaramouche’s left eye twitched, irritated by your apathetic demeanor. He was clearly losing his patience.

He glanced at the lollipop between your lips. "Are you mute, or just plain stupid?"