"So I've learned," he says in a carefully even tone though he can't help the flash of distaste that goes across his expression. Real meat was something he had managed to avoid for most of his life barring a few curious moments the last time he was on Barrayar. With no choice and no luxury of dressing it up, he's almost grateful his need for food overrides his palette.

He recognizes the woman. It'd be hard not to and after his initial comment, he quickly straightens his posture and offers her a courteous nod.

"I'm afraid we haven't met. Duv Galeni." Never mind that he's certain she knows his name. Whether she'll accept this variant of it or default to the Komarran is what he's curious about.