[ wait, what?
wait. .. what?

there's a long, silent stare.. and then jole's brows go up again. ]

I.. see. [ he thinks? ] Miles, I was under the impression that you were-- [ well. there's never much incentive at home to express interest in one's own sex, after all. jole would know rather more about that than he'd like at times. ] Well, nevermind that.

[ he sits back, rubbing a knuckle over his mouth thoughtfully. ] You're going to be in for the fight of your life back home.