[ Ah. Ah. The pained smile has naught to do with the feigned hangover and everything to do with the personage before him. Personage being the correct word, without a doubt. The last time he'd seen the Little Lord Odd-iter, the man had been interrogating him regarding his Auditorial Suspicions That Perhaps Vorrutyer Was Not All That He Seemed. The subsequent interview with Ivan Vorpatril at the Emperor's wedding had been much more pleasant, and not least because Vorpatril was far more pleasant to look upon than Vorkosigan was. Vorkosigan is...tiresome. Obnoxious.
Damned good at his job, Byerly's brain supplied, irritatingly. Former ImpSec. The man responsible for figuring out what happened to Simon Illyan. Lifelong resident of this District. High Vor. And someone who knows about you. Someone to watch your back. Someone you can trust. And, as much as he hated to admit it - this whole thing was damned disorienting. Maybe - maybe - a familiar face was...a little comforting. ]
Do move away, won't you?
[ By's voice, inevitably, is arch and mocking. ]
I'd sooner not have someone of your clan standing near me if the Cetagandans decide to start shooting at people who annoy them. Especially not one who's so easy to miss.
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Damned good at his job, Byerly's brain supplied, irritatingly. Former ImpSec. The man responsible for figuring out what happened to Simon Illyan. Lifelong resident of this District. High Vor. And someone who knows about you. Someone to watch your back. Someone you can trust. And, as much as he hated to admit it - this whole thing was damned disorienting. Maybe - maybe - a familiar face was...a little comforting. ]
Do move away, won't you?
[ By's voice, inevitably, is arch and mocking. ]
I'd sooner not have someone of your clan standing near me if the Cetagandans decide to start shooting at people who annoy them. Especially not one who's so easy to miss.