It's an impressive aura. Even moreso than the towering figure he'd known as a younger man. Familiarity keeps him from crumbling, though. Hell - it's a damn comfort in this crazy situation to know that one thing hasn't change. Piotr is still an absolute rock. And Miles will have no mercy from him.

He can work with that.

"Of course," he says, trying not to smile. But there is a fierce, determined light in his eyes regardless. "I wouldn't have it any other way." A beat, as he turns the apple over in his hand. "I can ride. I've both learning and practice and strategy. Familiarity with the countryside. And - military command. Mercenaries," he adds quickly, because he knows Piotr isn't going to believe Miles managed anything remotely military on Barrayar.