Now this is an odd response. The grin is all Miles, but Gregor is used to reading him, Miles no less relaxed around Gregor as Gregor is around him.
He nudges his horse over a fallen branch and casts his companion a sidelong, speculative glance. An obvious deflection around a chance to brag to a rare audience about his exploits reads as concerning, not about his identity but just about what must've happened.
"It's woefully unglamorous work, is what it is. Not that what you do isn't unglamorous at times. Did something happen, last mission? I know you don't put everything in your reports to Simon."
He doesn't know that for a fact straight from him, but he just assumes.
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He nudges his horse over a fallen branch and casts his companion a sidelong, speculative glance. An obvious deflection around a chance to brag to a rare audience about his exploits reads as concerning, not about his identity but just about what must've happened.
"It's woefully unglamorous work, is what it is. Not that what you do isn't unglamorous at times. Did something happen, last mission? I know you don't put everything in your reports to Simon."
He doesn't know that for a fact straight from him, but he just assumes.