Piotr's eyebrow raises slightly at that cringe, in faint amusement or sympathy or something else, but there's respect in it. He glances down at Daryl's extended hand. Barrayarans find the spoken oaths most binding, but if this is what binds this man's honor, then Piotr won't refuse it. He gives Daryl's hand a firm shake, and he finally smiles, just slightly.

"I know a few like that." He draws back up, back straight, and nods at Daryl. "I don't need you on the front lines, not so long as you can bring fresh game to the camp."