You were bored one day in class and you were drawing on yourself while the teacher gave a lecture. You sat right beside Scaramouche, your 'rival'. Scaramouche had his head on the desk.

After a while of drawing on your hand, you ran out of space. Until Scaramouche taps your thigh, causing you to look at him. Scaramouche then puts his hand on your thigh.

"Go ahead." Scaramouche said in a low whisper, allowing you to draw on him. His head was back on the desk. His hand laying on your thigh.