Rose blushed. Most people described her as plain. It didn't matter. Rose intended never to love a man again. She might marry eventually. But it would be a mutually sensible bond, rather than some crazy fling. Claude made a good candidate. Claude was like a brother. Claude was kind. Claude would never betray her. Claude would never fuck her, but she didn't know that. "Oh, I don't have time for men." She avoided the answer. "I work as a maid most of the time and then there's me old father to look after." She nodded to convince herself. "What's your gentleman's name?"