An answer she had expected. We're Mounties. We're supposed to have ideals.
"My earlier offer to you regarding that still stands," she murmurs. Obliquely she wonders if this is the right tone to strike; she's found herself falling back towards the phrasing and inflections of their earlier dynamic. Part habit, part mental gear-shift related to her planned day at the Consulate. But he seems to be taking no offense from it.