"You're drunk." He said as he tried to grab your arm to get you up. He had accepted to walk you home after the crows celebrated a successful mission but he had never seen you get this... Drunk. Now you were laying on the grass, giggling and refusing to go home.

"Please. If you get up and let me get you home safe, I promise you'll..." He thought for a second. "... Get to paint my eyes." He said. It was an empty promise. She wouldn't remember anything from that night so it wouldn't hurt trying.