She looks at him, fierce and intense, and he spreads his hands in a shrug. Very well, then. Carry your sword and refuse explanations.

"In theory," he responds. "Who know how to sort truth from lies." And with that unhelpful comment, he takes off, striding in the direction of the little glade where they have apparently stored the corpse. "The rumor is that Count Vorkosigan wants it for something. Wants to preserve it. One shudders to consider why."