His mouth opens in protest when she drinks the last of it. Damn it, he's still not drunk enough, he needs more of that - But he doesn't voice his dissatisfaction. He just pouts a bit.
"Your argument is undermined by the work I do," he returns. "Hunting down traitors. Good Vor men and women - mostly men - almost always men - men truly are despicable - who are happy to undermine the Imperium for their own self-interest. So it's not an issue of my breeding. Vor genes lend themselves to treason and faithlessness as easily as any other genes." A small gesture of his hand. "And who I am - it's not an act. I really am a drunken town clown. It's just that someone saw how a town clown could be made to serve."
His hand drops, and he leans back. "Can you think of any other way that someone of my utter lack of skills can be put into Barrayar's service? Into your service?"
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"Your argument is undermined by the work I do," he returns. "Hunting down traitors. Good Vor men and women - mostly men - almost always men - men truly are despicable - who are happy to undermine the Imperium for their own self-interest. So it's not an issue of my breeding. Vor genes lend themselves to treason and faithlessness as easily as any other genes." A small gesture of his hand. "And who I am - it's not an act. I really am a drunken town clown. It's just that someone saw how a town clown could be made to serve."
His hand drops, and he leans back. "Can you think of any other way that someone of my utter lack of skills can be put into Barrayar's service? Into your service?"