He took another mouthful of tea and grinned up at her, wondering idly if she had stood up to appear more physically intimidating. If she had, the fact that she was a particularly short woman rendered her decision ill-founded, especially considering how Miles had already topped six feet at the age of fifteen. He could tell from her stance, and from her undeniable beauty, that she was possibly used to having the upper hand in her encounters with men and was expecting to come off best in this little spat. Luckily for him, and unfortunately for her, he had never found beauty alone to be impressive enough to stump him.
"Frankly, love, I don't care how long you've got left before you return to your coffin, I'm not moving," he leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest to emphasize his intention to stay. "If you want to sit here, you may just suffer through my presence, although don't worry," his grin became a sardonic one, and he mockingly inclined his head towards her. "I have no intention of attempting to make conversation with someone so thoroughly unpleasant, so you will be left in peace."