Adrian chuckled at that. "Oh, I think your brother and I have very different ideas of what's dangerous, as well." He was after all, courting Miles anger with his current intentions, and while he was concerned for the health of their friendship, he wasn't concerned with his own health. He wasn't a Slytherin for nothing and he certainly hadn't gotten as far in his career without learning a thing or two.
"If you feel the need to be tough with me, who am I to complain?" he asked, keeping his tone light and refraining from sending her the smirk he wanted to. No, countries away from Miles he was feeling a little more free than he normally was in Roslyn's company, but he would keep anything he said or did to a minimum. The same rules applied when in public, whether it be Tibet or London.
Following after her, entering her tent a moment behind her and making a mental note not to mention anything regarding a tent to Miles when he reported back. He did, however, raise an eyebrow when she pulled a bottle of Irish Whiskey from her belonging. A woman after his own heart, to be sure.
"I wouldn't want to offend the Irish, now would I?"