"I am," Roger agreed, easily enough. He couldn't very well deny it, anyway, even if he hadn't meant for Padma to call him out on it. "'Tis the season for that, and all- right?" He shrugged, but didn't let go of her hands yet, all the same. "Just be glad I didn't have plans to take you to Madam Puddifoot's or shower you with rose petals or something equally ridiculous."