[ no shit, miles almost bites out, but he just barely catches himself, sublimating it into a stifled giggle of hysteria. he could keep trying to talk his way out of and around that one -- deny, deny, deny -- but he's quickly losing ground and he knows it. damn it, how did he let this happen? oh, right. ivan. ]

And Ivan sent you down here because he thinks it's funny to screw with me! I wouldn't mistake that for philanthropy on his part, if I were you.

[ very slowly edging back away from adrian, though he is keenly and nauseatingly aware of the fact that he has nowhere else to go. ]