I remember watching Miles tear around trying to smash himself, with my heart in my throat and my dear Captain by my side. At least the twins are not nearly so breakable. But playing with a lightflyer?

I wonder if the Count my father felt a similar mix of emotions when Miles pulled some of his stunts. A sort of admixture of fear and relief that it's the next generation's problem to contend with. Of course, it appears that Miles is not anywhere near as affected by it as he ought to be, drat the boy.