[They have that in common, heaven knows. Rosalind settles back, adjusting to make herself a bit more comfortable on the couch. It's a little odd, settling in with him, but it's not an oddness she minds. She's still got on her work clothes, which helps; she doesn't know if she could do this in something casual.]

Whatever you feel like telling me. How you met, perhaps, or what draws you to him, or how long you've been together.