"The one she wears on that heavy-looking chain... Yes, I remember that," Miles nodded. "But what does that have to do with..."

He stopped in mid-sentence. "I shouldn't be giving you the third-degree the way I am. This isn't a damned interrogation. And I'm being a right ass about all of this." He shook his head. "What kind of..."

Miles sighed, and this time laughed. "I suppose you're thinking that I wouldn't be me if I wasn't grilling you about everything, huh?"