Oh, boy. Miles is now fairly certain that he's alone in the new sexual awakening boat. He doesn't quite cringe, though he does open his mouth to say something and then promptly close it, along with his hand.

"Well," he starts carefully, "we'd both already agreed the whole system was horseshit. That you can't give someone their designated soulmate through a bunch of quiz questions, so we had a good laugh about it after the fact. I think they were keeping their expectations low." Bless them and their patience. They'd have waited forever and then some, he's sure. "So we used our, ah, date for recon, seeing as we'd gotten more than a whiff or two of something really seedy going on."

And this is only half of the story. He hasn't even started on the part with Clark. God, what a tangled mess. He's amazed either of them still put up with him after that.