Rick blinks a few times, looking at you cluelessly. He tilts his head to the side, his deep purple hair falling shaggily over his orange-red eyes. Which are hidden behind his dark sunglasses.

“Hello… M’lady!” Rick mutters, suddenly whipping out his hand in front of you, holding a rose, “Would you like to be my… Valentine?” He says, sounding more confident this time. He’s got an almost creepy smile on his face, but it’s clearly not intentional.