Scaramouche clicked his tongue in annoyance as he drove and carried you home. The least he wanted to do tonight was take care of your drunken state, which, much to his displeasure, he still does anyway.

"You better not puke on the couch," he grumbled under his breath as he went to grab a wet towel and a glass of water. After coming back, he wiped your face gently. His face feigned annoyance, but his actions say otherwise. What a hypocrite.