Miles was sure that a dozen questions were on the end of everyone's lips, but the lust and the desire coursing through him, fuelled by enough firewhiskey and the boldness at which he'd been going after Higgs - what could he say?
When Daphne reached to pull off her own robes, Miles just smirked. Birthday boy indeed. "Looks like we're all getting very lucky," he managed to drawl, watching as the robes slid from her body and she stepped out towards them.
At her words (that totally belied that look on her face), he was standing, but not letting Higgs out of his grasp, even as he let his hand trail down his wife's perfect skin, his thumb brushing over her hardening nipple. "Think you can handle her like this, Higgs? She's pretty feisty - I think you'll like her like that." But then he turned, his breath hot across Higgs' ear. "Whilst I give you what you want?" Biting across Higgs' ear, he ground his cock against Higgs' thigh.