[ they aren't too far from camp yet he probably shouldn't raise his voice but GOD, MILES

A pause, a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment as he lifts his hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose. ]

What the hell are you even hoping to achieve? [ Looking back at Miles, now, folding his arms back over his chest. ] You're talking about a chance of information. A chance. A scrap. He definitely has some greater motive at work here and even if by chance he somehow decides to spell it all out to you all you'd achieve is giving him more means to carry it out. Namely by using you, as you've already pointed out.