"Ah." He presses his hand to his chest and raises his eyebrows, a coy little me? gesture. Then he drops his hand and bows his head.

"You're quite right. There's nothing of that sort. The Barrayaran side of things has more of a preference for...demanding. Setting you to work mucking out stables and the like...Deciding you'll make a fine and vicious soldier because certain members of your family have been so."

He pauses a moment to see whether that comment has taken - whether Kaidan is believing it. "Poetry and vegetable roses is a bit more my speed."