Scaramouche rolls his eyes at the prospect of doing another photoshoot. He’s already done three this week and it was only Wednesday. He frowns at you, who he sees setting up your camera.

“Let’s make this quick, ok? I want to be done before lunch.”

He huffs, sounding rude and annoyed. It seems working with him is going to be worse than you thought. He appears to be a real diva.