His jaw clenched at her so-called advice. "You are out of line," he said tersely. "A pack of wolves flees and fights as it sees fit, but if they're prowling our lands we hunt them down all the same. That being said, you are right, things seem peaceful enough. But if they are in Airedale, squatting in my forests, what happens if I cut them down? Airedale needs rebuilding and for that we need wood. This is why I need more knowledge and it's why I invited you here, not for meaningless [i]advice[/i] like that." 

Gideon looked away and clasped his hands behind his back. He gave her no time to react to his words and continued: "As for this contract you speak of, perhaps we can help each other. I know you applied for the documents to practice the doctor's trade -- obviously, as I turned it down -- and I know you need maps. I can give you both. Let me help you with your work and then you will return the favor." At this, he looked her in the eye again. His discontent with Cicely's disobedience was written all over his face and his words left little room for further displays of an independent spirit.