"Trust is one thing, worship is another." Scaramouche rolls his eyes and looks at her with a somewhat tired look on his face. "How could I punish a follower for acknowledging the suffering of their god?"

But he isn't a god anymore. He's nothing more than a broken puppet who has no other choice to exist.

"I could attack you. Even in this weakened state I think I could be a threat." Oh, he isn't turning his cheek towards her. "Would you kill me if I did?"