"It's not your writing I lack confidence in. It's your morals," Kingsley said, but most of the anger had left his voice by now. That was the thing with Rita; he'd go into it with her angrier than he'd ever been in his life, and ten minutes later it was mostly just resigned disappointment he was feeling. "There's a lot of ground between fabricating stories about corruption among the Aurors, and the biggest Mandrake. I'm sure you can find something worthwhile in there."
He sighed, because the satisfaction he'd expected wasn't coming. "Look, maybe I can give you an actual interview on this cult business, but not yet. Ask me again in another few weeks, when I've had more time to actually make progress on it." It was the most he could offer her, but hopefully it would be enough. "Don't do us any favors, Rita. Just tell the truth. We don't need fabricated stories on how good we are, any more than we need them about how corrupt we are."
The tension had fizzled out, and he could give her a sincere grin at the comment. "Sometimes," he agreed, because for all they fought about everything and anything, she'd never once made him think she'd give away his secret on that regard. Not yet, anyway.