[ Good, he's glad that worked; Gregor subtly relaxes, relieved. He hadn't thought anyone Miles was so close to would really be problematic, but one never knows... In dry tones, ] Hardly. At least not the way Betans think of it. My governess was a Betan survey captain.

[ Named Naismith, but details.

Gregor quirks a glance at Miles, who is still sputtering, and can't help that his amusement deepens. ] Breathe, Miles. One day I'll have to teach you how to field leading questions.