[It's a flippant answer, but Rosalind doesn't immediately rise to the bait. She watches him for a long few seconds instead, her expression unreadable.

But! One can't be inscrutable forever. Soon she turns back towards the beach, staring idly at the sea.]

It's a start. Add a few tears and a bit more sincerity, and you might just have me.

But I should hardly like to linger on the topic if it distresses you so. You must have something of which you're fond of speaking.