More curiosity than sense is pretty much Miles' motto. He follows Daryl, secretly glad that the other man is sitting down. It makes Miles the taller one, marginally, and most importantly he doesn't have to crane his neck back.

"I don't have the slightest idea," he say cheerfully. "Except that it must be dire, surely." Is that a joke? He means it as one. Kind of.

As for Daryl's implied offer, well ... He can say part of that answer easily enough. The other half, not so much. "All right, I'm game for a trade." He rubs at his chin lightly, letting his expression sober. "Duv is an old friend of mine. I'd intended to protect him." Clearly he hadn't been successful at that.