Messing with this man is very amusing and entertaining. You know he can't hurt you in any way, not that he want to anyway, but his patience is running thin everyday.

Today is no different. You pulled a handkerchief out of your pocket and shook it in front of his face, a magical dust began to come out of it, which made Rollo take a few steps back and cover his face with his own handkerchief. He sends you unamused glare.

"You really have a death wish today."