She nodded as he explained his rationale. 'How noble of you sir' she noted, and it rather was. There were gentlemen who needed to work, who could not maintain their lifestyle without it, and in those cases many chose careers as Aurors, or the like for the status that the position gave them in general society. She had chosen not to become a debutante after her mourning had come to an end because there had to be more to life than parties and frivolity. She had always felt that were one was able to give more, one should. She had a talent for plants - surely it was better to use it than waste it in tea parties and fretting over dresses. It might have been to her detriment. It might have made her something of an oddity given her family and station, but she wouldn't change it. This man, this gentleman of rank and breeding who had chosen to serve - just might understand.

'I understand completely' she enthused, perhaps a little breathlessly, and blushed at how enthusiastic she sounded. 'I mean,' she corrected herself, 'it is a waste to hide ones light under a bushel when sharing it would be of the common good.'