Miles smirked, unable to forget his own detentions, but not sure if 'Quin' had ever been under such punishment. "I'd heard he was back stalking the halls. Between the two of you, you should have whipped those kids into line soon enough, hmmm?"
Miles clucked through his teeth and tilted his head to the side. It was an affectation he'd seen Quiggins do, and he'd been practicing it in the mirror all morning. "Well you can always head to Germany - if the kids here are too much, of course. They could use some decent starters there. Although honestly, you'd be too good for them."
He laughed at her words about feeling young, remembering what he'd heard about her and Higgs. He tried not to wrinkle his nose up at it (merlin, he tried not to thing of Higgs at all. Easiest way to deal with what happened in Russia). He gave her a wink instead. "I'm almost afraid to ask."
"Oh pish, you can't retire. You're far too young. I still reckon you could take on half those Germans and they wouldn't know what hit them." Taking a sip of his beer, he grinned and casually slipped in the topic of his conversation. "What broom you flying these days?"