Byerly would have been smooth as silk and twice as fine, but Miles is no slouch himself. All crackling energy, cribbing steps from other dances sometimes, and sometimes just flat out doing a silly move because he can. Why not?

"I had my quarters aboard my flagship," MIles says, careful not to name any actual names. Not that anyone would recognize ship names, but ... "But that wasn't the part that was home. It was my fleet and the people in it. A bunch of enthusiastic, loveable thugs, all of them." His smile turns fond and wistful. "They d do anything for me. Stupid things, if I asked i of them. But I tried my damndest to keep them all alive if I could." And every failure weighed heavily on his heart.