Sonia knows exactly what he's doing -- and she's delighted. This is what she should have, without this damned war. Pretty boys pulling out all their favorite tricks for her. Well, alright, men, he's at least several years her senior, but that's hardly a damper. Ah, but with all these guards... Sonia's smile mirrors Byerly's.

"If Count Vorkosigan ever lets you all out." She's pretty sure it isn't much of an if, but Sonia's not privy to what, exactly, his thoughts or intents on the matter are. She turns the maple sugar over between her fingers. "I'll hold you to that."