"Police," is all Miles mumbles as he shows you his ID before looking at you with a raised brow, almost as if he's surprised you're not immediately letting him in. Miles knows this might startle some people, having the cops show up to their place unexpectedly at 1am in the morning, which is why he gives you the benefit of the doubt. You look sleepy, tired as you clutch your nightgown around yourself while looking at him in confusion. He's supposed to be on duty, but he can't help but let his gaze linger on you for a little longer than anticipated. It's rare that he sees someone so tantalizing during his missions, after all.

"The house a few blocks down. It was set on fire. You have any clue on who did it?" Miles asks, raising an arm to rest it on the doorframe as he towers over you. He just can't help it, wanting to get a proper look at you. You're enamoring, really. As much as he knows he should be serious and strictly work-focused during his mission, it can't hurt to stray a little from that, right? "You okay? You look a little shaken. It's alright. I'm just here for a questioning. Nothing serious."