Such a good boy. Miles gives him another nod before returning to his chair, once again the invincible little Admiral. "By all means. I require the precise terms of the job in advance, of course. As well as the details of our payment."

Not even a flicker in his eyes at the blatant lie; he, of course, already knows what the payment will be. What he's been paid already. The sword is safely housed in his own ship already, locked away with the Vorkosigan seal dagger at its side.