"Yes," he concedes. He tries to put some steel in his spine. God, he wishes he were anywhere but here. He's not brave - that's the problem, more than any other. He is not a brave man. Never has been. Why is he here playing anything but the coward?

"But what exactly are you expecting to follow from that fact? Do you expect her to kill you? Under the Cetagandans' noses? And for what reason? She didn't kill you on the battlefield; why would she kill you here?"

Listen to him. Like a miniature Piotr Vorkosigan himself. He wants to vomit.