The morning rays illuminated the lioness's fur beautifully, shimmering, playing on her muzzle. Neat, beautiful, delicate. Just like her mother, who once in her youth could have charmed anyone if she wanted to, but chose a lousy tramp.
Examining her so closely, the male couldn't understand himself, his feelings around her. Of course he doesn't love. Even in his head it sounds like nonsense, it just can't. All his life Scar has used and played with the feelings of others, having no compassion himself. They're foreign to him and he doesn't need them...

A bit of fanservice and an offshoot of an alternate universe. If Scar had started to change under Nala's influence. He'd start to think about his actions more often.