<span style="font-style: italic">"It is not half so beautiful as you."</span>Josephine blushed even darker, though she couldn't say she was embarrassed by this. "I am no beauty in comparison to nature. Looks are no matter if there is not a heart to match such assumed beauty." She was only speaking her mind, as she often did not hold her thoughts back too often unless she thought them unnecessary or impolite. The rose blended with her hair as it was tucked behind her ear, but it made no difference to her.<span style="font-style: italic">"Do you know about the secret language of the rose?"</span>Her head shook 'no' in response. Her curiosity blossomed as much as the flowers. "Might you tell me of it, good sir?" Still she did not know his name, and it somewhat bothered her that she couldn't call him properly by name. Even just a first name, that is all she cared for. It did not matter what family was his own, his heritage was none of her concern. "I am quite curious about this secret language you have mentioned."