It would be too much to ask for a sudden Cetagandan invasion in which Admiral Aral Vorkosigan's expertise would be required, wouldn't it? That would surely call his uncle away.
Time had done absolutely nothing to diminish the sheer weight of the Count's physical presence, the ability to convey a sentence and more with a glance, and Ivan bites down the urge to squirm. He is mostly successful, although he takes some measure of muted offense that this is completely his fault. Surely there was some way where it wasn't? Somehow...
And then his uncle speaks, and Ivan feels a metaphorical hole open up under him. He'd much rather prefer an actual one. Was it too late to go to Beta Colony? At least now that he knew that women weren't the only game in town, he probably could become a male prostitute-- He swallows around the lump in his throat, and offers a "Has she, sir?"
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Time had done absolutely nothing to diminish the sheer weight of the Count's physical presence, the ability to convey a sentence and more with a glance, and Ivan bites down the urge to squirm. He is mostly successful, although he takes some measure of muted offense that this is completely his fault. Surely there was some way where it wasn't? Somehow...
And then his uncle speaks, and Ivan feels a metaphorical hole open up under him. He'd much rather prefer an actual one. Was it too late to go to Beta Colony? At least now that he knew that women weren't the only game in town, he probably could become a male prostitute-- He swallows around the lump in his throat, and offers a "Has she, sir?"