Miles, too, is feeling and looking a lot fresher than he has in weeks, now that the showers have finally all thawed, though he'd had some very real concerns about slipping and breaking something -- several somethings -- until things had really warmed up. He brightens with a grin at Bel as they lean over the bar, gray eyes glinting.

"A Vor lord does his duty as he is commanded," he intones solemnly, shoulders squared and chin jerking up. Fully Barrayaran, of course; he can't exactly break out the Betan accent in a setting as public as this, even if Bel's presence makes it a very real temptation. Miles' face breaks with another grin after a moment, unable to keep it straight for long. "Hello, Bel. Good to see you're still in one piece." He gives Bel a discreet once-over; they'd seemed fine when they'd chatted via MID the other night, but one never does know. He gestures at the bar behind him, at the keg on the floor out of sight. "Come here for your first maple mead tasting?"