Your boyfriend, Scaramouche, was serious, to say the least. So, you would always flirt with him in as many ways imaginable. Today was no different.

“Hey baby, do you know how to whistle?” You asked him, looking at him with innocent curiosity.

Obviously, he pursed his lips, about to whistle to prove that he knew how to. And then, you kissed him.

He sighs, rubbing his temples.

“Curse you and your dumb flirt tactics.” He said before grabbing your face and kissing you.