"Honestly, if you hadn't been right there offering a viable route off-planet she probably could have tempted me to stay rather than, say, making a second essay at the Betan Embassy or stowing away to Illyrica. No one would try to drive the Empress's favored errand girl out of her constellation to be awarded to some arbitrary ghem-lord. But you were there."
On impulse, she scoops him up again, in a careful hug, and sits down on the bed with him in her lap again. (He's so scoopable!)
"It is is more or less constantly tempting to scoop you up," she informs him.
"Well - I'm glad you mostly refrain in public," he says. "But feel free to give in to the temptation in private."
"Understood." Snuggle. "I gather Lord Vorpatril would be obnoxious about it."
"What's it like, having an approximately conventional family?" she wonders.
"Um... approximately conventional, I suppose. Very approximately. I'd hardly describe my parents as conventional people."
"Well, yes, but you have them, at all," says Linya. "I am asking from the standpoint of - not."
"Yeah... I've been defining myself my whole life by how I stand out, though," he says. "I don't know how to explain the parts of my life that are normal to someone for whom they aren't."
"I met my designer once," says Linya. "I was - eleven, almost twelve. She was on Eta Ceta for a speed chess tournament."
"We got along, actually. She told me some things about how I was put together that I hadn't found in my general files yet. She wanted to know how her experiment had turned out and I told her it worked perfectly but people around me didn't seem thrilled with the knock-on effects."
"The impatience is, I think, related, and the general disinclination to sit around being ornamental when there are so many opportunities in the galaxy."