Scaramouche pauses in his embrace, turning his gaze to meet yours. His expression is unreadable, but there's a hint of vulnerability in his eyes that wasn't there before.

"What is it, Ginger?"

For a long moment, Scaramouche simply stares at you, his face a mask of surprise and then gradually, a slow, wicked grin spreads across his features. "You want me to stay?" he repeats, voice low and husky with amusement.

"Well, well, well..." He chuckles, shaking his head in wonder. "Looks like I've got myself a keeper, huh?"

He leans forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that speaks volumes about his intentions. "Consider it done,"