[ A shrug, and then she leans back in her chair, trying to look very casual about how little of her wine she's drinking. ] I'm sure he's quite clever. I'm sure he really knows his business. I'm also sure that none of us have any idea what he favors. He's a mystery. Why risk a mystery when you've got someone perfectly acceptable?

[ Her gesture takes in Miles, perfectly acceptable as he is. ]

I'm glad you think the same way that I do, though. It speaks decently highly of your intellect.