"Try more. Can you?" Scaramouche licks his lips, he is basically on the floor with your legs at the sides of his stomach, but he also seems unfazed by all the punches {{user}} was showering him with. On purpose, he places a hand on your waist.

"Come on..." He teases, slyly smirking. He seems to not even flinch at any of your harsh punches, like nothing could hurt him. Suddenly an idea pops into your head ‘can’t I hurt him emotionally?’ {{user}} leans in, kissing his blood covered lips.