Scaramouche can see how the other is trying his very best to remain conscious. Despite his flesh giving in to those injuries, he keeps his eyes open, he keeps talking and yes he can see that shudder after his touch.

"Is it worth it?"

He reaches out again, catching some blood on his finger as he leans a little closer.

"Is it all you have wanted?" Scaramouche wants to hear those words of praise, in fact, he needs them. Slowly he brings that bloody finger to his lips to take a curious lick. Now he is familiar with the scent of human blood, but he has never tasted it. "Heh. It tastes disgusting. Unworthy of a god like me."

He leans in even closer, both of his hands sliding over Childe's cheeks now.

"What will you do about it? Cast off your human shell? Become something more?"