"Empty words used for an empty threat."

Scaramouche glares at Childe while he is trying his best to squirm himself out of the black shirt he is still wearing. And of course, it crosses his mind at least three times to inflict as much pain on Childe the second he's within range. Thing is that the urge to stop his mind from racing is louder.

"If you're just going to keep me here..." The chuckle that follows is completely joyless. "...shut me down for the time being." And that is exactly what he is going to make Childe do. "It is quite simple, even a stupid buffoon like you can do it."

After the shirt has come off it truly shows how inhuman the former Sixth Harbringer actually is. Where humans should have wounds, Scaramouche has cracks and dents. There's a plate hanging loose and wires peeking out of tiny holes. Not even to speak of the holes in his back. First thing he does is removing the plate, followed by something that involves prying his chest open a bit further, revealing more and more of all sorts of mechanical parts that are inside of him.