"Well, bear in mind that I am cowardly, traitorous scum who has well earned the penalty of death by starvation and exposure." He says that with a bite of sarcasm, a realistic dose of frustration from a man who sees no crime in his unspeakably criminal acts. The realism of it is helped by tapping into his own frustration with - oh, hell, with everyone in his life.

"But if I were you? I'd recognize that I'm potentially a one-woman Barrayaran embassy, installed in the Cetagandan base." He flips a hand sardonically. "Here to propagandize the enemy, convert the uncommitted, build connections, find bridges of diplomacy." It's a bit of a risk, saying all that, but...He thinks that the Cetagandans listening in would be more suspicious if he didn't try every trick he had to try to get her to give her parole. "A Vor woman's role is to serve, is it not? Serve."