Piotr is beginning to feel that inviting Miles in on this interrogation was a mistake. No, not beginning. Definitely already feeling.

Vorhalas looks like he might retch where he's sitting, which would be unfortunate, because he can't lean over much. He looks beyond miserable. He knows that even if he'd given up Vorbataille right away, it wouldn't have bought him a quick death. Not from Piotr Vorkosigan. "You won't catch him," Vorhalas rasps, shaking. "He'll be long gone by now."

Piotr looks up sharply at one of his armsmen. He doesn't even need to speak -- the armsman just gives a quick nod and darts out of the tent.