Scaramouche doesn't move when Childe presses a hydro blade against his throat. He just watches curiously as everything unfolds in front of his eyes. People rushing in, Childe barking commands like a true Harbringer. Eventually he starts to chuckle as well, shoulders shaking lightly as he does.

"Must I spell it out for you, you stupid worm?"

Even though there is a smile on his face, his eyes have a dull gleam to them. In a way he looks tired. Like someone who has given up.

"You're just an idiot who likes the thrill of battles and knows how to follow orders." He takes hold of the others wrist and he can feel the hydro blade shift closer to his throat. "And yes, I will make you regret your choice. If you want to have a personal punching bag, request one. Seek out your strongest men and beat them to a pulp. Stupid as you are, you are still a Harbringer." Scaramouche makes a frustrated sound and for a moment in time he remembers that once, a long time ago, he cherished a wish to live his life like a human did. In a house, somewhere peaceful. How foolish.

"So you can end me here and now or I will make sure you have to end me eventually."