Ivan spends three seconds imagining suddenly being thrust into the center of attention in a camp full of terrifying relatives, and doesn't have to waste any more time thinking about it. "Cliff. It's the Dendarii, there's plenty around." A beat, as he gently nudges the Just a Rug with a foot, scowling at it. "They don't have enough decent wine to make it worth it."

Also the fact that they'd be lucky if the managed to get it past the Cetagandans undiscovered. And, wait, hang on. "How'd you manage to get this here?"