[ miles quirks a tired half-smile at that, but he freezes when gregor hones in on that unconscious tic, and miles snatches his hand away from his throat automatically like a kid who's just found his hand in the cookie jar and has been told it's really a bear trap in disguise. ]

I know that. [ the response comes a little too quickly, a little too defensively, but miles brushes it off, waving his hand at his throat. ] I'd have scars if I did. Besides, there wasn't even a body to prep. It all disappeared with the rest of the planet.