Perfect. A proper exchange of culture, then - the alcoholic sort. Miles is already looking forward to it. All the more reason to make sure this works during their meeting. Not that his outfit has much of a choice when he's made up his mind, but. It's easier when they agree.

"I do need my beauty rest," he says with another bow, this time small and sarcastic. Beauty, ha. Though he just sort of. Pauses as she moves to leave. "I see I need to lock my balcony more thoroughly this time."

Which he is absolutely going to do, goodness. If she'd been an assassin, he'd have been dead.