"Well, when people asked me if my tendency to trip if I change direction at speed was figured out they didn't have to be delicate, it was just a background assumption... I may do."
"The background assumption being... that you're haut and you have an entirely different psychological relationship to your genes than the average Barrayaran?" He sighs. "Yes, quite."
"Not so much that - I mean, if someone wanted to start a fight with me about it they could have just gone straight from watching me trip to calling me a botch job or claiming that I was designed by lemurs or similar. But there was definitely the assumption that tripping is not a desirable trait, and that the project everyone present was cooperating with involved making sure it didn't happen again, and - it's different."
"Right. Whereas on Barrayar, there are relatively few ways to discuss somebody's genes without starting a fight, especially if there is the slightest implication that they might be carrying undesirable traits. Happily, I am harder to piss off than that."
"I know. Thank you. I love you. I'm... mostly just fine. But it might be a good idea to route genetic queries through my mother wherever feasible; she lacks the relevant inner demons."
Although he also feels kind of self-conscious about the fresh new collection of scars on his legs.
"Is... there anything to be done about that?" she asks, wrapping her arms around him and holding him close.
She will leave it up to her tiny Barrayaran if he's up for anything else this morning besides minimally tentative snuggles.