As he comes more to, he realizes his bad position is worse than what he thought. His legs are bound, and Scaramouche is looming over him. It's not wise to make any kind of rash decisions, so Tartaglia chooses to calm himself. That malice in the puppet's eyes is still there, but yet for some reason he hasn't hurt Childe more. In fact, he's rescued him.

"Why didn't you end me back there?"

The brush against his cheek feels mocking, not at all the way he'd ever imagined that happening in his wildest fantasies. Childe looks down at the hand and back up at Scaramouche, not answering his question. Feels a bit rhetorical to even bring up where he might not be hurting...which is no where.

"You had me right where you wanted me. Don't tell me you're just returning the favor."