[At least he has the sense not to pursue something he recognises he would not succeed much in, though there is something to be said about having the bravery to face something when the odds stand in opposition. And yet Beatrix understands well enough that she doesn't take on a fight that she can't win. Usually. At least, that would be the preference. When at the whim of others, she supposes success is a requirement itself.

"I would not take you for the sort of woman who did anything that didn't please you."

Beatrix looks away for just some moments as she rests on those words. Yes, she does give that impression, doesn't she. And yet she can count enough times that she has done this or that without a blind devotion. Looking back to him, she regards him quietly before she finds her voice again.]

Likewise. Your information has been... enlightening. I shall be certain to put it to good use where it is applicable.

[Which is as close as she can get to uttering a thank you.]