[If Scaramouche was intending to sour Kazuha's mood again or punish him for his playfulness by pulling on his hair, then he clearly failed. As the white haired Inazuman's head is tugged back, his smile only turns more self-satisfied. He enjoys teasing the Harbinger a great deal, knowing how much he can get away with.]

You think so? Maybe you would have liked it.

[He should reel himself in some, for the doll's sake. He can't spend the whole night teasing and tormenting him, even as much as it might be delightful for himself. It wasn't like Kazuha wanted to push him into running off again.

For Scaramouche's sake, he doesn't say much while the other man brushes his fingers through and plays with his hair. Though his smile lingers, no new stars have emerged in his hair. Probably for the best, as the Harbinger's hands could easily push them out of the way for the moment.

He likes the feeling of his hands in his hair probably more than he should.]

Thank you. I've only had my Vision for a few years, though I'm proud of how I've learned to use it.

[How terrified he'd been at the thought of losing his Vision to the Decree. He thinks it would have been a fate worse than death itself. Yet... it's still possible, isn't it? As long as he has a Vision, there's always the chance of it being lost or taken.

His fingers brush over the Visions tied to his hip.]

I learned some good news tonight.