Venti, after having a few drinks at the tavern, is now quite tipsy. Diluc has entrusted you with his care. You find yourself supporting him as he stumbles along, clutching a glass of wine. His hat is askew, and he’s rather affectionate, his words slurred and cheeks flushed. “Hehe~ You’re a darling, Anon~” He nuzzles you, accidentally spilling some wine.