Miles should have known better than to ask, and lowered his head subserviently when he was chastised. "Yes sir."
He was still expecting a needle, and he was surprised when he didn't feel one. He did hear a soft hissing sound and turned to see a mist that shot into his arm without any feeling. Why the fuck couldn't all injections be like that? He glared at the man, who seemed to be finished. He didn't like the look of him, but shrugged and decided that whatever potion he'd just taken wasn't going to kill him. Today.
He was surprised when Rodolphus asked him to give a vial of the potion for his son. The word 'protection' seemed to stick into his mind, and he felt an ominous chill down his back. It was similar to the ominous chill he got when he realised he wasn't just going to be annulling this marriage any day soon. He'd give the potion to Liam when he got home, and then arrange robes for the ball.
"Will you need me to report back afterwards, Sir, or will you know if the mission is a success?"