Miles managed to snort. "Oh don't worry about Daphne." Sure, she'd been a little moody, but he figured she had recently had enough on her plate. "Come to the pub, live it up before you truly do lose the very last of your independence. I hear babies tie you down more than wives. I mean, you know, Nigel's certainly got his mother wrapped around her finger, and he's a good kid. I dread to think what a Montague baby would be like." He was only joking, but he did enjoy getting a rise out of Monty about this whole situation.
At the mention that Marlowe would be captain, Miles just rolled his eyes. "And I'm sure that as much as you would like that, you really haven't seen the determination in Liam's eyes when he talks about that. About time a Bletchley captained the team," he said smugly.
"And I'm sure Liam will still run rings around them. Maybe even Nigel, if I train him right."