[ Although the first time they met he might not have been able to say the same, this Richard certainly does fit into the archetype he would imagine when picturing a duke of England. There is an air of almost put upon decorum to everything he says. Miller finds himself a little stilted and strange, in turn... but it's alright.

It's a far cry from what he could ever have expected, speaking with any bigshot from the home of the man who had coined the "iron curtain."

So, he allows the awkwardness to be, folding his hands upon the table—because at least they're able to talk like this. ]

I see. It is no wonder I felt compelled to tell you then. Knowing you've had this experience, I can trust your judgment in arranging this assembly even more. The inner workings of this military force that I speak of are highly classified; our ranks are known only to those who are trusted to join and, needless to say, newcomers are rigorously tested. However... the likelihood of encountering enemy saboteurs in this place is incredibly low.

[ If not... outright impossible. He says this much as though the realization has still somewhat newly dawned upon him. It's not new, in actuality, but knowing it has not made it easier for him to start changing thirty, forty years of uncompromising secrecy. ]

Even if you do hail from an enemy nation, I am sure that we have led very different lives. I wish to use what I know to help us all.