[He takes a drink of the tea. His voice is quiet, thoughtful, and he murmurs the words as he passingly studies the snow.]

I suppose you could put it that way.

[He turns back at the mention of his brother...or a version thereof, and manages a soft smile.]

Ah, so you've had guests, then? The flowers certainly are...fitting, I suppose.

[There is another question, but it's forgotten at the touch. He turns his face a bit arching brow and smirking at the comment, and he meets Miles' eyes.]

Then I must be very nearly obscene.

[He pulls his hand away his hand then, brushing his lips across Miles' fingers before releasing them.]