Not in this capacity. [Aral Vorkosigan murmured. It fetched a tolerably amused look from his wife, at least. He was, for the week of somewhat voluntary rest, in quite a bit more fit shape, as illnesses tend to eat at one's reserve, but of good color and upright well enough.
There was. An awkward moment of a pause... clearly unsure if he should offer a hand or bow over Bel's, and cast something of a desperate look to Cordelia. Who just seemed to be enjoying being on THIS side of the culture clash to relish.
Bel, at least, took some mercy, holding a hand out to shake. Aral wasn't sure if that made the juxtaposition better or worse, but took it in his own stride.
It's not disapproval, at least, but some mulling concern that he leans back, gazing at his son, and his ... companion? Companion.]
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There was. An awkward moment of a pause... clearly unsure if he should offer a hand or bow over Bel's, and cast something of a desperate look to Cordelia. Who just seemed to be enjoying being on THIS side of the culture clash to relish.
Bel, at least, took some mercy, holding a hand out to shake. Aral wasn't sure if that made the juxtaposition better or worse, but took it in his own stride.
It's not disapproval, at least, but some mulling concern that he leans back, gazing at his son, and his ... companion? Companion.]
You two do know what you're up against?