Oh. Oh. Miles' self control is not quite so good in return. He stops a moment, breath catching. So that night just drunkenness or desperation. The thought warms him instantly; it distracts him from the planning for just a moment, making him think of her instead, how lovely she is.

God, Miles, focus. He did come here to do a job, and she's clearly agitated. And he needs to think up a way through this. "A messenger," he says after a moment. "One, maybe two people moving quickly."