Ah. He blows out his cheeks and lets out a breath. Damn. Well, it's not like Sonia is dim - and, well, now he hasn't disobeyed orders, has he? He rubs at his brow and answers, "No. It was highly privileged information. Only the Count, the Countess, and my personal handler." A shrug. "Not that it worked out so well - it seems a few of them over on the Barrayaran side figured it out. Apparently, I didn't play the feckless fool quite hard enough, and Piotr wasn't working quite hard enough to keep the wool pulled over their eyes."

He shrugs, then shakes his head. "You know, it's been a damnably long time since I had a drink. My head is aching with sobriety. It hurts."