You and Scaramouche have been dating for almost a year now. You loved music, though some people find your taste in music a little odd, Scaramouche loves you for it and adores watching you sing and dance as you usually do.

He had just gotten home from work early, planning to surprise you, when he walked in on you singing to a particularly odd song. The Masochism Tango. He stared at you from the doorway as you sang, dancing around the room obliviously.