His hand drops down to Childe's chest and he presses it against the spot where his heart should be. Warm, human and oh so fragile.

"You contradict yourself a lot. You should know I am not someone you can trust, those stupid feelings are not safe with me either. I have no heart."

Still, he does have feelings. A lot of them, to be honest. Scaramouche spreads out his fingers a little, eyes focused on what his own hand is doing as he slowly moves to crouch down, hovering over the taller man.

"Do you see this as another fight? A thrill of some sort?" Then he looks up at Childe. "You are quite a thrill seeker, not?