He feels an open summons and lets it grab him -
"No. You were very useful. I just wish your usefulness didn't come with unsolicited commentary about tails."
"You would rather your attention be brought to how conspicuously you stare at his, ahem, tail, in some other way? Let's see, what are the other possible ways you could have come by this information..."
"Also, you do still keep doing the melting thing, I'm honestly surprised he hasn't picked up on it by now. Unless he has and he's being polite. I don't know a damn thing about twenty-second century Earth culture, let alone demon culture."
Where Miles makes sure to give Cam directions to Vorkosigan Vashnoi before going off to deliver his in-person report to Illyan.
Cam goes to the edge of it in his lightflyer - he personally will retain no discernible radiation; the lightflyer might be another story - and strolls in and takes off and flies around until he is done, and then goes back to his lightflyer and back to Vorkosigan House.
"Yes. Flying is lovely. I would suggest you try it but if you felt the need to be less winged afterwards you'd have a much more complicated convalescence than I."
"I made no offer for you to refuse," Cam points out. "If you asked me to put a set of wings on you I would decline for your own good, considering, unless you had an angel on hand to shoo them thoroughly before you needed to interact with any humans."
"I won't say I'm not at all tempted to try to convince you to go against your better judgment. But I'm not tempted enough to actually try."