Scaramouche lights up with delight at the sudden (but welcome) sight of fire and the piercing cry that follows.

There's a flash of metallic white teeth and at the last possible instant, he springs himself out of the thing's path, sailing cleanly over its dark form to land behind it, then turns to jump backward to the other side of the hall in a single leap. Now that he's closer, he can see the fire in the woman's eyes.

"Oh, what luck!" To the beast across the room: "Look, babe! It's Anchor's finest flambé chef!" As he delivers the line, he gives her a quick tip of the hat along with a grin in greeting.

So he's making the most of this. He's been bored, okay?