[Others flocking to him by choice feels like a lie, though it doesn't seem that the Eleventh doesn't mean it as such. Scaramouche knows he's not well liked among not just the other Harbingers, but the lower ranking Fatui as well. He's a bit too abrasive for most, too quick to anger, and he tends to say what's on his mind and push possibly further than he should. His own subordinates likely only tolerate him out of fear and some respect for the power and position he holds.]

I don't come off nearly as friendly and approachable as you do. Or at all.

[Confident he can agree with. A leader, even if not a natural, was something he was good at now with all the experience he had. Cute? That was definitely a Tartaglia thing.]

How anything survives in all that snow I'll never understand. Nor how you don't find it all so boring after being stuck in it so long. But I'll let you know if I come across one in that case - you have to try it.

[The time he's spent in Snezhnaya has not been enough to endear the place to him more. Far too much snow and nothing to really do aside from work. He supposes that at least every time he's been in the nation there's been something to keep him busy, though that fact is far less to do with the nation and more his position.

Is Tartaglia not a fan of sweets? That would mean more for him, something he'll gladly accept.

Gently he tugs on Tartaglia's arm once the many food stalls are in view, perhaps they would come across something the other man would like once they started looking... Then they could finally get to that boat the Eleventh seemed to want to do.]

A little indulgence won't kill you. I truly don't mind treating you, but if you would prefer to then I'm not going to object.