Two sawed-off maniacs pacing around would likely make their hostess kick them out anyway, so it's best that they stay seated and make crazy eyes at each other. Miles drains his own cup in a mirrored gesture, already moving to refill both of theirs.

"If I weren't standing here in the middle of the goddamn Occupation - yes. I'd think you're even more insane." A beat. "But I am, and we are. So why the fuck not?" If he's going to go insane, then why not go all the way? Vorkosigans don't half-ass anything, including their mental derangements. "Where the hell did you go?"