[When Marisa tries the knob, it won't work. The click it gives indicates it's been bolted somehow.

The Postman's smile remains affixed in place- actually, he hasn't changed expression at all since Rita arrived. It's starting to become unsettling, the way he keeps looking directly at her.]

You sure? I could give you some new spells. [A chuckle.] Anything you want. Your Mystic Artes? Or maybe the Aspion?

[His smile smooths out into something less bright and cheery- something almost... hungry.]

Whaddya say? I don't ask for much in return.