[ Byerly licks his lips. Looks at Miles - looks away. ]

It'd be our last chance. Before I go.

[ His fingers slip around Miles' wrist, encircling it gently. ]

No one would know except you and me. And I wouldn't be able to tell - not if I didn't want to blow my cover. You could try, and it'd stay...secret. And then you'd know.

[ He leans in, then, close to Miles' ear, his breath warm and tickling as he all but whispers: ]

You've always been so curious.