Incredibly lean, slight of body and stature both. Miles’ strength certainly doesn’t spring from his physical form. In spite of it, perhaps, but any benefit has been mental and not physical. He looks older than his actual age of 27, an image he encourages as part of his Admiral Naismith mantle. After seeing that she isn’t a threat just yet, Miles slowly lets the dagger drop. And. Um. Tucks it back under his pillow. If he leaves it out too long she might recognize it, and that would be the end of this whole charade right then and there.

“Naturally,” he says. Waving for her to sit in a chair next to his bed, as if they were in a conference room and not his bedroom. He’s still under the covers, every bit the little Admiral even from bed. Why not meet here? He’ll treat her with the same respect either way. “We came here at your behest. And I only do that After thoroughly researching the job at hand.” Also the requester- and he’s seen quite a bit of information about her, oh yes. Enough to intrigue him well past whatever funds (meager or otherwise) she could offer.