Miles honestly hadn't thought about STDs. But then again, he'd not really thought about contraception, and right now, the fact that Liam's smiling and giggling face flashed before his eyes was proof of that. He frowned, trying to think about it from a business perspective.
"Well, fine," he said, realising he'd be a hypocrite if he said any more on the matter. "Still, I want to talk to each of the girls tomorrow before they start. Who does the STD testing anyway?" Miles had only ever once caught an STD, and it wasn't the most pleasant of experiences. Damn those German girls.
His hand ran through his hair as he tried not to let out a frustrated sigh. He wasn't in the mood to wait hours and hours for this bird, even if she did show up. Draining his drink dry, he got up and headed out the back.
"I suppose I should set up my office and take a look through the kitchen as well." He glanced up the stairs as well, thinking about the last time he'd seen Rosie alive, and the fact she'd been murdered up there. "Don't suppose you know if the Aurors cleaned up properly up there?"