[Connie is such a sweet drunk. Daniil thinks he should shower him with romantic oaths more often. He certainly deserves them and much more. After a stretch of more or less comfortable silence, he leans closer to open Connie's shirt and take his shoes off, for nobody should ever sleep on their shoes. Especially if they get this languid after a few cups, such a lightweight, his Connie.]

I'd come riding a midnight black steed, or a gigantic toad...whatever your people use for quick transportation.

[He kisses the top of his head again for good measure.]

I approve of the key ring. Very symbolic.