Miles was surveying the bar, and had to admit that Daphne did look rather too fine to be serving in such a common pub. But if all went well, he'd have money to employ more staff, and she wouldn't need to do this again.
Although this place really could do with a hostess. He gave the idea some thought as he moved to smirk at Daphne, his hand brushing over a hip as he leaned down to whisper over her ear. "You look far more delectable than any of those harlots upstairs," he murmured softly.
"If any of the customers lay a hand on you, I'll hex their balls off. After they've settled their bill, that is."