Karaoke is a charming old Earth pastime in which music which normally has lyrics is played without them and supplying vocals is left as an exercise to the participant. Ivan was coaxed into going by a local handing out drink vouchers for the bar which offers the activity, and there he got slightly tipsy, sang the only three Barrayaran songs in the entire catalogue, made out with a somewhat drunker girl, got her number, and stumbled home while some Earthling was stumbling through interminable verses of some song. It has not been a bad evening.
"Thank you Aaron. I'm assuming you're Aaron."
Galeni puts his face in his hands, sighs, says, "Vorpatril, you're in charge of exit," and just. Leaves.
Hello, Aaron's brother s'pose.
Aaron scoops him up without a whole lot of trouble even though they are precisely the same size. (Where'd that nerve disruptor go? He certainly isn't holding it anymore.)
"By the way, did you know that it's not technically legal to go about with nerve disruptors in London."
"Also, I am not sure that the embassy wants them there, either. And if we have to explain why that fellow is dead, the locals might want the murder weapon."
"If you want the murder weapon, I can put Mark in the car and go get the murder weapon," he says.
"Sharp eyes," he says, and laughs. "Fine, fine, I'm still carrying the damn thing, call me paranoid. Where'd you rather I put it?"
"Down, somewhere. Near where you fired it would probably make the forensics people happy? Perhaps, anyway, I don't know how forensics works."
"Sure. I'll get Mark in the car and then go put it down somewhere. Unless you'd rather the other way around."
He puts Mark down. He produces the nerve disruptor. He puts the nerve disruptor down. He picks up Mark.