Oof. Miles knows Devi well enough by now. More than enough to respect her fiercely, and also respect the fact that the woman would run him through for so much as thinking about inflicting his tiny, twisted body on Lakshmi. Best to heed her request and move quickly before any momentary mercy flees her body.

He manages an apologetic look back at Lakshmi, then returns his attention to Devi. Also. Trying to hide the flush in his cheeks. It's the wine, he swears. "I'll attend to it at once," he says firmly. "Thank you for telling me." And with that, he'll brush past her hurriedly to see what the hell his mercs are after. And curse her for ruining this, dammit, couldn't he have gotten five minutes here.