[That second of shock was enough, more than enough. He'd been trained in interrogation after all and for all his lack of social etiquette he knew fine well when someone was being duplicitous. He nodded once, stiffly, as if that confirmed things for him.

That defensive position too, it was almost perfect. It meant that Miles was backtracking quickly but not quickly enough, so that when the other man started speaking Ade barely had to pay attention to him. He'd wanted a target tonight and he'd gotten himself one. There's a subtle pressure in the air from the moment Ade realizes it, it could be chalked down to tension, obviously, or some natural aura of violence and menace that the mutant projected rather than his powers.]

Find that one hard to believe mate, he seemed pretty sure. Why would he send me all the way down here if he didn't know what he was talking 'bout. [His voice has even taken on an edge the likes of which would make it hard to continue to perceive him as a normal twenty-three year old boy.] And it makes sense, don't it. You sent me all the way up to the bar for a reason. Trying to get away were we mate?

[Even when he calls Miles simple Ade just makes a tch noise. He'd been called simple himself, but simple people usually kept things straight and to the point, so if Miles was trying to rely on intelligence and cunning here he was working on the wrong person.]