When Childe wakes up he might notice that his legs are tied up. For some reason it would not be wise to lose him at this point. Scaramouche still finds himself torn between breaking him or manipulate him so that he might be useful.
"Does that matter?"
He gazes down at the other while a small smile forms around his lips. Scaramouche doesn't want to be a god of destruction. All humans have to know is that they're inferior beings in need of guidance from a superior being like himself. And this particular human definitely needs guidance.
"I should ask you how you feel, not? But your fragile bones still looks broken and your skin still looks bruised." Scaramouche crouches down next to the other, looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. Then he reaches out, his fingers brushing against his cheek. "Is there a spot on your body that doesn't hurt?"
the reigns are a little bit more loose, I leave it up to you to interpretate :3
"Does that matter?"
He gazes down at the other while a small smile forms around his lips. Scaramouche doesn't want to be a god of destruction. All humans have to know is that they're inferior beings in need of guidance from a superior being like himself. And this particular human definitely needs guidance.
"I should ask you how you feel, not? But your fragile bones still looks broken and your skin still looks bruised." Scaramouche crouches down next to the other, looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. Then he reaches out, his fingers brushing against his cheek. "Is there a spot on your body that doesn't hurt?"