There is in fact only one person in the base that Tarn actually likes. Though, what does that say about Pearl?

Tarn doesn't let up as Miles' entire body goes ridged, flinching at his touch. His own movements are nearly liquid as he pulls the Barrayaran close in a trap of an embrace, breath ghosting over his ear as he speaks.

"And wound your delicate sensibilities? Certainly not." He's pushing it and he knows it. "Though you would do well to learn a lesson or two bout me before making such invitations. Surely Ratchet has been spreading rumors like wildfire in your camp. You aren't curious about where gossip becomes truth?"