Miles was still trying to get his head around actually being awake, and the fact that those same aurors were standing at his doorstep again.
When the pretty blonde started up her polite spiel, he was ready to be helpful - what else did they need? But then the sour faced foreign bastard interrupted and he glared back.
"My alibi?... Oh, Lettie?" Only now did he realise that they must have spoken to Lettie after she'd lost her memory again. Fuck. His nostrils flared and he made a face. "You do know that she's got memory loss, don't you?"
At the accusation about proof, he clenched his teeth and set his chin. "I was in Paris - with Lettie. We went for a weekend and stayed overnight. We had dinner and went shopping."