Miles doesn't know what to make of that smile. He'd seen it before on his grandfather's face, mostly when some fool Count had made a damned nuisance of himself and paid dearly for it. And seeing it directed at the Cetagandans should not be surprising. But ... it's first smile he's seen out of the not-so-old man, and strangely uplifting. He'll take it. Even if it is morbid.

That pushes another thought to the forefront of his mind. "We may manage a raid like this, sir. With them incapacitated." To rescue York maybe, or at least to get some damn medical supplies. Miles feels his own internal clock ticking away again. How long until his next seizure?