Getting Miles to sit still is an exercise in futility, but once they're moving he's able to stop his fidgeting.

He pounces on that opening immediately. To Miles, that's practically an engraved invitation. "Oh, I do, I do. Last time I picked up a woman who could break me with one hand, I started her at Sergeant. And I promise to double whatever you're making right now." If that's an exorbitant amount, well, he'll eat it somehow. The accountants are always exasperated with him anyway; what's one thing more?

"I'm the admiral," he adds helpfully, since she'll figure that out the second she looks closely enough at his rank tabs. "I have authority to make whatever offers I want."