Byerly gives a very small lift of his eyebrow in response to that disapproving look, a tiny flutter of his hand - an acknowledgment of the fact that Kaidan clearly doesn't appreciate an edgier sort of humor. It's an unspoken pledge to - well. Rein it in. Perhaps. If he can. He's not exactly good at that.

"It might be classified, perhaps," Byerly admits. "The Vorrutyers have been - hm - prominent in the resistance. Then again, they've been so brutally prominent that actually, my family history might make for good propaganda...Regardless. Yes. I am Vor." He presses his hands together and bows over them. "And, as Vor, I beg you not to underestimate the weirdness of our class. But - perhaps you have questions? I stand before you, an unfiltered, unfettered source of information about this world. If you'd like me."