"You don't think I'm aware?" he growls back, keeping his voice low and head ducked down. They make a more memorable sight than he'd like standing here like this, but at least he hasn't been clobbered or shot by something. Only tackled and punched by a small Vor lord.

"I can't walk over to the Barrayaran camp and play nice. They wouldn't give me the chance to speak before tearing me apart." And then he'd wind up in a museum display like Mad Emperor Yuri. The lone Komarran on ground during the invasion for the Barrayarans to take out their aggression on.