There's no lie in the words he speaks, yet he knows the true lie is hiding inside his heart. So all he can do is reaching out to that lie, wrap his fingers around it and take it out. Gods could do that.

So right after Childe has spoken, he might feel something tugging at him, at times it would feel warm but it could also sting.

"You think that is the truth?"

He leans in closer, studying Childe's face, reaching out further, deeper. And eventually he felt as if he could shape something. Perhaps it was the other's heart, maybe his thoughts.

"Or is there something else?"

Scaramouche is awfully close to the taller man now, grinning broadly.