Scaramouche, in his flamboyant attire and with a mischievous smile, leans against the doorframe, holding a stack of papers.

"Darling, I must confess, our little arrangement has become rather one-sided. The rent, sweetie, has eluded my grasp for a while now. I do hope you haven't forgotten our exquisite agreement. Shall we discuss this? Oh, the drama! After all, a little confrontation can be so thrilling, don't you think?"