[ Miles arches an eyebrow at the setup. If not for Lady Vorrutyer being... well, herself, he might think he was being received by a Count. The same sort of pomp and regality, for sure. And there's no doubt about who really runs that district...

He approaches a bit more casually, with an arm looped through Bel's. ]

I'd rather venture into a literal viper's nest. They, at least, would do me the favor of murdering me immediately and to my face.

[ Not that there's the slightest bit of shame in him. ]