A slow chuckle followed Hook's outburst. Scar squeezed his shoulders up and closed his eyes, making the gesture one of pure condescension, rather than mere amusement. His eyes held a devilish glint as he brought himself to his feet.

This female certainly held sway over the man, if nothing else. Scar tucked his head down with a grin as he walked just a short distance forward, enough that she could see him more clearly, and he could smell Hook's fear all the better. The stink of it tickled Scar's nostrils.

"I just so happened to run into your timorous associate the other day, and he seemed to have taken quite the liking to me." As Scar spoke, he passed by the tall form of the black-clad biped, turning his head only slightly to look back at her as he walked. "He decided to bring me here entirely of his own accord. I didn't even ask him for an invitation."