He realizes with a tiny flare of panic that he doesn't know. Which...A Vor raised in this era, who would have been alive at the time of the Princess' birth, probably would know. But only probably, and hell, he can pretend he was only five or so when the Princess was born, right? Cetagandans, ageless and beautiful, have no ability to gauge how old Barrayarans are. Hell, he could probably convince a Cetagandan he was a particularly weathered seventeen-year-old without great difficulty.

"Good lord," he coughs, "I hope they used a uterine replicator. Could you imagine a Betan woman agreeing to a body-birth?" He gives a bit of a shudder as he tries to redirect her mind (which is agreeably scientific) to the logistics of it. "I mean, imagine that you fell madly in love with a Barrayaran prince. Don't laugh," he says, holding up a finger. "Would you ever agree to that?"