Miles shrugged. "Verity's pregnant. It's probably easier for them to be there. Either that, or Eva has them held to ransom." The thought did make him momentarily smirk. "I'm guessing the latter. Now there's a force to be reckoned with. Eva and Verity butting heads... I don't envy Monty."
But he knew now for himself - he wanted to keep Daphne as safe as possible for the next few months, and if Montague thought Italy was safer than the UK, then he wasn't going to begrudge him that in the least.
Miles looked over at the calendar. "Yes, it's today." At the muttered words that he'd nearly forgotten, his look again turned sympathetic. He said nothing, the both of them knowing that he had more distracting things on his mind, even as he watched him knock back the most expensive firewhiskey he could buy.
"Easy, you want to savour this," he said. "If I knew you wanted to knock them back, I'd have brought the cheap stuff into my office."