"Secrets have teeth, boy. It's up to you whether you want to take out the pliers or just guard your ankles for a couple of decades." Vorkosigan rubs his chin absently, gaze still unwaveringly on Ivan. While his wife dissected people, saw right through them and presented slides with helpful commentary about how interesting the smear was.. Aral dealt in consequences and motivations. And by god there was no shortage of ways to look at this one from.

"Which path probably depends on how long you plan on carrying through the relationship and what type." He continues, heedless of any interjections that come in here. "Estimate high. That fashion of Vorrutyers tend to be the personification of trouble: loud, attractive and ridiculously hard to keep away from."