"Ah, no," he laughs, shaking his head. "I've been disinherited - oh - nearly twenty years, now. Believe me, if it were a fresh wound, then I'd be...Well, not crying, I'd be skipping for joy, to be quite honest. I have no great love for Vor, nor they for me. C'est la vie, as they say."

He strokes his mustache, eyes gleaming just a bit. "Rather brave, I should think. Trying to flee to the Barrayarans when you have no idea what the Barrayarans are like. What motivated that?"