"Don't want it." Ronon told them and lengthened his stride which the messenger was hard pressed to keep up with. It was heart shaped. Ronon wanted no part of whatever island trick this was - he was getting married in less than a week.
The messenger did not give up though and he tackled Ronon waving the valentine determinedly. Or rather he tackled Ronon's leg. Ronon shook the surly cupid free and told him. "Go away."
When it launched at him again he felt entirely justified in pulling his gun and stunning the chubby winged pest. It would have made for a more peaceful journey to New Atlantis - if he hadn't been nearly there already.