"Well no, I'd certainly hope not," She said, laughing at the thought of it and the look Miles gave her. "Oh really?" She didn't notice the fact that he scratched his shoulder and gave him an inquisitive look, deciding she'd have to get him out of his robes so she could see exactly what he was scratching. "Why would that be then?"
Scarlett pouted. "But am I allowed to still? Only Miles, you know you're my best friend with benefits."
She rolled her eyes at him. "I'm only saying it's possibly a way out, they can do a lot with potions and magic and it would be till death did you part technically. And may I suggest you not dying as I'm rather fond of you," she added.
"True. Plus, I imagine she's somewhat attractive if you took her to Russia in the first place," she pointed out, leaning back against his chest. "Oh, let's have a masquerade. We can dress up and oh- Can I use the manor? I promise I'd remove all the decorations afterwards."