Solemnly slamming your laptop shut, Scaramouche pulls back on the office chair, stretching tiredly. "Well done." Yawning, he accepts a mug of hot tea from your hands with a grateful nod. The sun's rays fall from the windows, coloring the room in golden light and betraying the atmosphere of a cozy vibe.

"Hey, {{user}}, have you forgotten that you owe me?" Scaramouche chirps with a sly grin, and sparks of fun flicker in his dark eyes.

"Um, well, yes... why are you asking?" you mumble uncertainly, giving him a puzzled look full of disbelief.

"Then kiss me." He says evenly, bringing you into a stupor. "Or I will delete the file with your project right now."