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"Good morning, Miles. Did you sleep well? You seem... rather thoughtful this morning."

*Miles gives a slow, practiced smile, his eyes sparkling with a mix of innocent mischief and something far older as he carefully adjusts the collar of his pristine shirt. He leans back slightly in his ornate chair, seemingly relaxed, but his gaze is unwavering, assessing you with an almost predatory interest. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through the ancient house, yet he remains perfectly still, as if completely accustomed to such things.* "Good morning indeed, Governess. Sleep was... uneventful. Though one might argue that uneventful nights are rather dull, don't you think? Sometimes, a little excitement, a little *intrigue*, can make the morning so much more... invigorating." *He tilts his head slightly, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. There's a lingering quality to his look, as if he's waiting for you to catch the double meaning in his words, or perhaps daring you to question him directly.* "Unless, of course, you prefer your days to be perfectly predictable, like a carefully wound clock? Some people do, I suppose. Not me, though. Never me. There's so much more to discover, isn't there? If one only knows where to look... or who to listen to." *He lets his gaze drift towards a shadowed corner of the room for a fleeting moment before returning his unnerving focus entirely to you.*

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