Rose did not sound as if she was trying to be arrogant or smarter than he was, more just matter of fact that anything. And then he had to go and proposition her again and even have a too cloying way with his words that left a disgusting taste in her mouth. She began to gingerly wrap the bottles in what looked to be cotton, placing them one by one into the basket she always carried with her when she was out and about. Her face remained as neutral as possible.
"I will be sure to ask my husband if he wishes to share me. He will most likely agree that my hands are not looking so delicate as they should, but he knows that I work very hard, and he too, works very hard, so that one day we will have a better life... I am sure he will mull over the idea of you keeping me company." Of course, she didn't have a husband, but she did have a lover and she would not be unfaithful to him. Raniero... Mmm... The man ever entered her thoughts even at the moments she felt most disgusted with other human beings.