"Ha," he says - not a laugh, but an articulated word indicating his amusement. "Jerks. Quite so. I might possibly go a bit further than that, but - " He flips up a hand in a half-shrug. "I suppose that's the simple sour grapes of being an impoverished nobleman. I'm no one over there. Quite embittering, particularly since here, people just about fall over themselves to worship me just because of that prefix before my surname. Ah, Barrayar is a beautiful place."

He looks over at her then, trying to catch a glimpse of her expression. Then he looks back at the road ahead. It seems to him as though they're beginning to draw near to the camp - the snow is better trod-down, and there's a glimmer of light out there. So he asks her, "Anything else you desperately want to know?"