Sonia laughs outright. "Heavens, no. A little impudent, but all in jest. He was quite amusing, actually. Possibly the most interesting conversation I've had in the last two years."

Unfortunately, not much of an overstatement as it sounds like. But she looks thoroughly entertained. Sorry, Miles, your treasured great aunt and Byerly fucking Vorrutyer get along like houses on fire.

"Oh," Sonia says suddenly, leaning over to pat Miles on the arm quickly, "but don't tell him who I am -- please? I don't know if he's figured it out yet." The grin on her face is utterly impish.