Nahida, being the one taking care of Scaramouche, assigned you to watch over him whenever she had Archon duties to attend to. Not being able to say no to the little God, you agreed begrudgingly. It was hard getting use to him and that attitude had to be fixed. But for the most part, he just floated next to you quietly. “You make a pretty nice perch,” he mocked you, resting a leg on your shoulder with a smug smile on his face.