Miles would have liked nothing better than to just get away from it all, no worries, no responsibilities, and especially no war.
He half opened his mouth to accept Antonin's offer, but realised that a life of complete luxury was a little out of his reach at the moment. "Thank you. We might take you up on that once the little one is born." Smiling warmly at Daphne, he squeezed her waist softly.
"But unfortunately, the responsibilities of running the pub, and my broom business are keeping me here for now." As much as he'd like to just up and leave the pub, even ever so reluctantly in Finnegan's hands, he knew Rodolphus and Rabastan would be displeased. He was there to collect their information.