You practically bugged him all day for this.

Scaramouche always looked so pretty with his red liner. Yet he was too lazy to actually do it. So! You, as his loving and caring lover; practically begged him to let you do it. And he finally caved.

There you sat, straddling his lap as you gently caressed his chin, tilting his head up slightly as you held the liner wand.

"You better not fuck this up.."