Reno was going to have to take a moment to mull over that. And to remind himself that a Valentine was, in fact, not the broody guy in the red cloak who was sitting over on the other side of the bar ignoring the universe at large.

"That depends," he replied, laughing and shoving the deck of cards toward the two men he was playing against, making vague motions that they should play the next couple of rounds without him. "Does it mean I get chocolate, man?"