It's the truth, of course, that she has been trained for her political career in the CDP - has been trained as a student with extraordinary gifts and immaculate breeding within the field, but also as someone standing apart from the rest of what her father has come to consider his extended family. She may be his only daughter, Father's - yet she is only one of many children. There's a party full, of sisters, of brothers. As such, she has not struck out on her own on the background of incongruence, but for the sake of establishing herself. As an individual. Someone who is more than her family name, but her family name also.

For now, she lets his comment slide. She doesn't recognise the exact wording, but the sound of it is reminiscent of something Father would say. Would have said. They both represent the same party, but usually Jean Louis is more imaginative than that, when engaging in private dialogue. More -- colourful, one might say. Letting her gaze run up and down his front once, she finally focuses her eyes on his face. No one can claim that Jean Louis isn't attractive and truthfully, she has considered giving in to his pursuit of her several times, but despite the conservatism of her politics - Mireille firmly believes in the personal freedom of a woman, living in a world dominated by men. If she can't have power and if she can't lead, then she must take control of what is within her reach. Her own self, in this case. As Mireille has done. Is continuously doing.

"Make it quick, Monsieur Duroc." No please. In the same manner that he's only making a superficial request, she isn't making any request at all. He should be used to her approach by now. Her tone. If it doesn't please him, surely there are other women he could bother. Women more easily flattered. Women more willing - to be bothered by him.