Oh. Oh, good. Sonia awards him a wild grin. She doesn't correct his mode of address this time, taking it for a sign of flattery, and to turn that down would be quite out of line here, she thinks. She tosses her hair in an appropriately exaggerated sign of exasperation and disdain.

"Oh, only all the time. It's not so bad here, at least not all the officers are Vor, but Count Vorkosigan," she says, just barely catching herself from the decidedly more familiar Count Piotr, "he's the stuffiest of them all. He doesn't have a stick up his ass so much as a steel rod -- or maybe an entire maple tree, for all I know. I'm not so sure he even knows how to smile. The man doesn't know the meaning of the word fun."

True, she's somewhat fonder of Piotr these days, ever since he married her sister and proved to be a good husband who makes her happy (no accounting for taste, there), but God if the man isn't the most hard-faced high Vor out there outside her own Imperial family. She casts Byerly a sly look.

"You look like you do, though."