Ah. Bolder still. What happens if he deflowers the flower of the Vor? Or, potentially just a hill-woman, possibly, some concubine of Old Piotr's...The likelihood of that seems low, though; she seems Vor. And he is not going to be that time-traveler from the terrible holovids who sires his own cousin or...whatever. In the worst possible situation, if he can't wriggle out of getting into bed with her without arousing her suspicions, he'll do what he's done a fair number of times before: he will inject something (saline) or drink something (apple juice), roll over, and fall asleep, leaving the maiden disgusted with her dissolute lout of a would-be lover. That'll save him from any accidental dishonoring.

"When my partner is charming," he says. His hand drifts downward from her hair to hover a little teasingly...and then descend to grasp her hand. "And you certainly are that. Lead me to a bit of privacy and a bit of music, won't you?"