"Oh, be fair, Cousin Mine," Byerly drawls, "there certainly is a little bit of madness in your genes." Well - he amends that. "Unless you were gene-cleaned, I suppose. That one ghem back at the Cetagandan base, Amai, was salivating over getting to check to see if you had been, but I never did get a chance to take a tour of your genetics with her like she promised. Ah, well." Not exactly his greatest regret in the world.

Still - "Those are quite good, though. I'm impressed. And a bit surprised that Olivia didn't outright murder you."