"Only in mockery, of course." Head tilted, Bel grins wickedly. "I'm a rational democrat and couldn't possibly be impressed by you backward Barrayarans with your patriarchal pomp and ceremony and peculiarly feudal governing system." Regarding him with mock speculation, irony easing into a fond smile, Bel slides down to the cushions beside Miles and leans back too, legs stretching to their full length and finally relaxing. "No, the glamor all comes down to you. I look forward to repaying the favor, but if we keep meeting like this I might get to enjoy it.~"

That's enough teasing, probably. Miles's arm, lying comfortably across the back of the couch, doesn't quite reach to Bel's shoulder, and as nice as it would be to fix that, it's not why he put it there. "All right. We've got our story. Your identity's secure. And de-complicated." (I won't give you away." "I know....") "A full rundown aside, I don't suppose there's a chance of breaking out of here tonight?"