[ Fatigued from the high possibility that Mana's spell is wearing off, Rohan fetches the door right on time to mask his sluggishness despite dousing himself with more water every few hours. Oh, but he sure is perky when he opens up the door. He isn't quite smiling ear to ear but there's that subtle one he keeps tucked away pulled a teensy bit higher at the corners. ]

Why, happy Valentine's Day. I hear you won the estate-wide poetry contest...

[ Really, Rohan isn't as clever on the fly as he thinks he is. Just let him try. ]

Do you have anything else before I let you in?