Novelty. That's what finally gets Miles to grit his teeth in annoyance. Sure, he'd been novel to the Dendarii, but it hadn't been his novelty getting work done. He'd done so well. He'd been doing so well, until his seizures had started ...
After a moment's struggle, he composes himself. There is absolutely zero point in letting these barbs get the better of him. Especially Piotr's. Instead, he uses it as fuel to rekindle that stubborn light in his own eyes. "No con," he says. Save the one he must play perfectly or risk god knows what disaster. "But I don't much expect you to trust me, either. I intend to work. Or muck, as the case may be." The last comes out a little roll of his shoulders towards the stables. That will actually be kind of nice. No risk of meddling with the timeline by cleaning out a stall. All the time in the world to see more of Piotr's horses.
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After a moment's struggle, he composes himself. There is absolutely zero point in letting these barbs get the better of him. Especially Piotr's. Instead, he uses it as fuel to rekindle that stubborn light in his own eyes. "No con," he says. Save the one he must play perfectly or risk god knows what disaster. "But I don't much expect you to trust me, either. I intend to work. Or muck, as the case may be." The last comes out a little roll of his shoulders towards the stables. That will actually be kind of nice. No risk of meddling with the timeline by cleaning out a stall. All the time in the world to see more of Piotr's horses.