Whatever faux pas Raven might have committed was kept a secret from him.  She turned, looked him up and down, regarded him coldly for a moment before simply speaking: [color=SteelBlue]"I am."[/color]

Ingrid figured that this was just some kind of brownnosing tactic thrown at her in a moment of weakness.  It never took any kind of expertise to speak as a genteel man, at least influently, just the will to do so.  She expected little out of this conversation.

She pulled a pair of gloves that she'd be riding into battle with out of her pocket, and said [color=SteelBlue]"But speak like you normally would.  I won't tolerate you if you keep trying to sound like a simple chivalric stock character."[/color]