[ Mental hair caressing. That's what this feels like. He warms to it instantly, deciding he quite likes it, and that Gregor ought to keep doing it forever.

Miles takes the bottle back after Gregor' poured, and takes a swig directly from it. ]

Is that how you did it then? Offered him terms, payment and the like? [ And then a quick spike of worry. ] You didn't offer him anything dangerous, right--?