Well, this is going...about as well as can be expected. Somehow, By suspects that when he says he's a spy, he's going to be on the receiving end of more contempt, not less. Never mind that in however-many years, Byerly is going to be risking life, limb, and liver in service of the Emperor, and saving the Imperium - or at the very least preserving it, that counts, damn it...
He doesn't protest Piotr's little bit of snark about his voice (he could pretend that he was bitching as part of his persona, but honestly, it's mostly that he just hates manual labor) and instead says to him, "My brand of duties tend not to be of this...direct sort. Marching into battle, hunkering down with the soldiers, all that." He raises his eyes to the roof of the tent to avoid what will, no doubt, be a truly withering glare. "This is a highly classified secret, General Count Vorkosigan, but I'm ImpSec. IS8." But deserving of IS9, damn it. "And all of that expertise is at your disposal."
these two are gonna love each other obvs
He doesn't protest Piotr's little bit of snark about his voice (he could pretend that he was bitching as part of his persona, but honestly, it's mostly that he just hates manual labor) and instead says to him, "My brand of duties tend not to be of this...direct sort. Marching into battle, hunkering down with the soldiers, all that." He raises his eyes to the roof of the tent to avoid what will, no doubt, be a truly withering glare. "This is a highly classified secret, General Count Vorkosigan, but I'm ImpSec. IS8." But deserving of IS9, damn it. "And all of that expertise is at your disposal."