"You know," Miles said, and finished off the drink he was currently on, "once upon a time I would have given some rambling, pontificating answer that ended with something like 'it's all subjective'. Now, though?" He looked at said eight-and-a-half fingers.

"Now, I know it's to manage to not die for as long as possible."

He smiled crookedly at her. "And have fun, too, but you need the first to accomplish the second."