[ Gregor might think of it as social duties; Miles feels much more like he's bragging. And thus relishes it greatly. His eyes half-close as he leans into Gregor's kiss with a small flare of warmth. ]

I've already told Jim. Tex may know, but hasn't been told ... I can take care of the rest, if you like.

[ And then. A pause. ]

Except Ivan. Dear god, the groaning on that one ...