Miles gave him a reproachful nudge. “She’s a bit of all right, though,” he said, eyeing the young woman next to the werebear openly. “If you like that sort of thing.” “What sort of thing would that be? Stunningly gorgeous?” Miles made a derisive sound in the back of his throat. “I wouldn’t go that far. She’s a little dark for my liking. But then I suppose you spent all that time slumming it in the desert, so you’re probably used to lowering your standards.”
Miles... Ill kill you
