"you want us to fake date?" Scaramouche asked, furrowing his eyebrows. he was clearly not pleased by your request

"yes" you said, nooding your head. you were worried he wasn't going to agree and your worries came true

"nah" he scoffed "it doesn't seem fun" there was a few seconds of silence, as if he was thinking about something "what do I get from it?" he scanned your body, from top to bottom, smirk on his face