Teasingly, he asks, "Oh - does that mean you trust my account more than you trust Miles'? Good; as well you should. We counter-intel fellows are far superior to the brainless guns-and-glory types over in covert ops." Then he relents with spread hands. "But - as you wish, Sonia. No more details. And if I let details slip, I promise they shall be only lies, I swear it."