For a moment R was confused. What did that mean, why would that be disappointing? But then a memory stirred, something vague tickling at the back of his head, and he frowned in thought. "Hold on a sec," he said, and headed into the back room to grab his journal out of his bag (he tended to not leave it at home after that one girl said hers attacked the maid, because he did not need to deal with that). It let out a little warning growl and he flicked it's spine and told it to shut up.
He returned to the main room, flicking pages, and then handed it to Wan and pointed to the comment on one of his entries. "This was you, I take it?"