Scaramouche had a habit of smoking when he was not in the mood. Right now you were both standing on the balcony, and he was smoking again.

The guy takes another drag on the cigarette and removes it from his mouth. He pulls out his hand and puts it on your cheek, pushing your lower lip down with his thumb and forcing your lips to open. Scar almost touches his lips to your lips and exhales smoke into your mouth from his half-closed lips.

"What an interesting facial expression." he teases, retreating.