Rosemary looked thoughtfully at the man, as he asked what she meant by curious. Something about him intrigued her- not only was he quite stunning, but he was different from all the other people she'd meant. Usually, they were stuck up and obsessed with themselves, quiet, or just didn't want to deal with other people, period. Also, it never occurred to her there were actually nice rich men. It seemed too good to be true- impossible, really. She doesn't usually go along with stereotypes, but from her experience, the stereotype seemed to be true- until now.
Rosemary then realized she hadn't answered his question yet. She didn't quite know how to answer, though. The truthful answer would probably be that she was curious as to how much money she could smuggle from him...Well, that was half of the truth. She was also starting to become curious as to why he was acting so nice...
"I'm curious as to why you're acting so nice," She finally replies. Rosemary sighs quietly, to the point where she can only hear her sigh. That probably wasn't going to be enough to fulfill his wonders. "And why you're walking around in these parts, but obviously, you've already answered that wonder." She adds.
Rosemary is then quick to realize she'd almost forgotten to rob this man...But he was so nice- was she actually going to? She shakes her head slightly, of course she was. She'd starve if she didn't....But then again, it would be a shame to lose his trust. She presumed he walked these streets almost daily, and to be honest, talking to him was rather fascinating, and she'd like to do so again. But would he agree if she robbed him? Not many trust the people who steal from them....But alas, if she didn't she wouldn't be able to talk to him again because she'd most likely starve. It was a shame, though. Rosemary enjoyed his company.