She wasn't quite sure what to make of his smirk. She wasn't even quite sure she bought into the whole Holy Knight thing. She believed in justice, and standing for what was right. Defending those who could not do so for themselves.
And yes, she had seen the sword blazing forth with white-hot light to burn the evil things with which she had done battle, and felt the presence that came over her when she had wielded that unquenchable light. But she knew was far from perfect.
"He's not my boy," she parried, "But no. Harry and I haven't spoken much lately." For so many reasons.