- And for that, her eyes roll, firmly back into her head. "Oh, do shut up, Vorkosigan. I have heard quite enough of the honour of Barrayar for one lifetime."

Which knife in hand she darts forward, using that quickness she has to his strength and she goes strike for strike, aiming with nothing less than the intent to hurt, to draw blood. Up on the balls of her feet to make sure she could shift her weight where - dear Lord, what did they feed them on this planet? Thank God none of them were Lycans.