She watched him as he moved. Somehow, he seemed to constantly be in motion, even when he was standing still. Rosmerta wasn't entirely sure how he managed to do that without looking fidgety. It was sort of remarkable and weird at the same time, and completely fascinating.
And distracting. She must have missed something he said, because she thought he said something about helping her push over the road marker so he could spend time with her. But that couldn't be quite right, could it? He was a Roman. An Interloper. One of Them. And the post with the penis was his, so why would he knock it over anyway?
But he was looking at her like he was expecting an answer, and all she had to go on was this imagined conversation in her head where he wanted to spend time with her. What should she say? If she said no, would she be offending him? Or worse, what if it wasn't imagined? What if she would be turning down something that could be very fun. But if she said yes and he hadn't really offered something, she'd look like an idiot. Not something she was really keen on.
Stalling for time, she questioned, “Are you serious?” Maybe he'd repeat what he'd said, or at least clarify, and she'd have some idea what he'd asked. Rosmerta wasn't sure how she'd gotten so distracted, that didn't usually happen to her.