"Oh, plenty," he says, "but most of them are armed. You don't have access to the tools needed to kill me."

He purses his lips and then sighs, with a grand aura of wounded dignity, "But here I am, trying to help. You know that some people would pay quite a lot for my expertise." Not a lie. He pulls down a nice wage for his observations of the Barrayaran social/political scene. Granted, the Dendarii mountain folk aren't usually his milieu, but...