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[ Miles pauses at that to look up at her. He is a bit bemused to have his dance interrupted. And ... well, Vorrutyers, especially that Vorrutyer ... That's always going to be a wild time.

But maybe he could do with a bit of wildness after everything he's been through. He flashes her a bit of a grin before taking Bel's hand again quite firmly. ]

Of course, Lady Vorrutyer. After we're done here.

[The crowd swallows the sight of Donna as they go, though the woman keeps her eyes fixed on them until they set to the patterns of the first dance, and turns to her next quarry.

Bel gives a slight bow to Miles before stepping into the dance. Not on Miles foot. Yet.]

That was...?

[ Yet. He'll give it time. ]

Lady Donna Vorrutyer. The Vorrutyers are ... friends of the family, so to speak.

[Or they could just pour Miles into a dip.]

There's an expression. Should we hop out the back?

[ Miles laughs in startled surprise at that, but grins up at Bel. ]

Please. And not just because there's no way I'm mirroring that move on you.

[The voice, right in Miles' ear, would be sultry if not for the actual words] I admit I was wondering if you'd try.

[Bel waits a moment to right them, and as a rotund, elderly man in parade dress totters by gleefully, with one of the belles snatched into a dance, they vanish from the ballroom, and into the fresh air of one of the many alcoves.]

You'll have to take it from here, I'm about to be straight up lost.

[ He's tempted to try anyway... but that would end up with both of them on the floor, but not in a fun way. Instead he trails after Bel towards the alcove, then steps forward to take the lead. ]

Over here. Mind the drunks.

[ There are a couple places Vorrutyer could be, so he starts by making his way towards the garden. It's cold but quite silent out here. ]

[Most people have gathered far and away, by the roaring fires and much more conveniently placed - the more modern heating systems. The aura from them, and the glass greenhousing kept the garden uncomfortably chill, rather than deadly frozen. Outside, snow whirls against the undoubtedly force screen reinforced glass.

Lady Vorrutyer is standing in the company of a few bland faced armsmen. Having donned a small pile of furs and a warm cup of tea, she looked penultimately prepared from where she sits, regally, in a wrought iron chair.]

Miles, .. Bel, was it? I'm glad you've made it so early, at that. I thought you'd dawdle more in romantic gestures. [Her eyes are bright with that sharp amusement Vorrutyers tended towards.]

[ Miles arches an eyebrow at the setup. If not for Lady Vorrutyer being... well, herself, he might think he was being received by a Count. The same sort of pomp and regality, for sure. And there's no doubt about who really runs that district...

He approaches a bit more casually, with an arm looped through Bel's. ]

I'd rather venture into a literal viper's nest. They, at least, would do me the favor of murdering me immediately and to my face.

[ Not that there's the slightest bit of shame in him. ]

[Bel leans into the gesture, walking lightly besides Miles. The little changes are apparent, how the herm starts walking on the balls of their feet, the casual drift to where a weapon is hidden, just in case.]

It's quite a rare courtesy these days, isn't it? Not like the old savagery. [Donna's smile got a little sharper and then smooths again.] So, I've heard the old lion's shipping out. Are you taking up the voting chair, then?

[ Miles glances Bel's way - and is grateful for the support - but stands calmly enough. This has the air of a request and not a threat. ]

As his proxy, yes. I don't suppose you anticipate something to vote on soon?

[She regards him over her fingernails. Her brown eyes lose their humor, and pin Miles with great interest. If there's any good start, it's through the Vorkosigans.]

Dear old Pierre's last attempt at wooing has fallen through, as I'm certain you've heard. We've been talking about him naming an official successor, of course, the Counsel vote on the matter is particularly routine.

Except as of our last conversation, and a dearth of reputability in the immediate line, that successor is me.

[ That stops Miles' breath for a moment in surprise. A female successor? Unprecedented, to say the least. Unless one considers Lord Midnight, of course ... He suppresses the urge to pace, but only because he doesn't want to let go of Bel.

He doesn't object. Does he? Well - not personally, absolutely not. Politically he could be stepping into a great crock of shit, with his own position dangerously tenuous. Would Da approve? ... Oh yes. Yes, he's certain of that.

That thought cements him in an instant. He straightens, meeting Donna's gaze just as intensely. ]

Count's choice over count's blood. [ A pause. ] I wonder, though - did you decide to approach me before or after seeing my partner?

After.

[It's absolutely blunt, eyes alighting on Bel with certain interest.]

Oh, you were on the list, but you never exactly know how a Vorkosigan is going to go. Blazingly progressive or clawing deep into tradition.

You moved up to first.

[ Miles makes a bit of a face at that. Not the blunt look - rather, the blunt words. ]

Gran'da was progressive. For his time. Which was a century ago.

He was a great man, I've heard. [There's a judicious remoteness in her voice. A deliberate reminder of the times and reasons they have been enemies before?]

You, however, being in this century, your aid I am very deeply interested in. And it would be another chair to the Centralists, wouldn't it?

[ And therein lies the exchange, he thinks. A longterm ally to his and his father's causes ... if she doesn't lose this bid.

Well. He better not let it, then. ]

It would be. Or at least I would hope. To do otherwise would be a bit hypocritical.

The Vorrutyers are a great many things. Few of them savory in our last few generations. [There's a delicate way one can curl their lip to such an extent and not put a dent in one's lipstick. It takes skill. Or perhaps, practice.] Hypocritical is not one of them, at least.

[That's always been Vorkosigan soil.]

If Pierre can keep from doing anything too exciting in the next month, we'll be putting forth our plan in the early spring meeting. Do we have an alliance?

[She holds out her hand, wrist up, fingernails glittering in the garden's lamps.]

[ Miles certainly knows that well enough. Trusting a Vorrutyer, eh ... The one thing he supposes he can really trust is for a Vorrutyer to be interesting. And this? Is very interesting.

He reaches out to take her hand then, firmly. ]

You have my support, Lady Vorrutyer. I hope all turns out as you plan.

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Oh, it will. I'm prepared to go as far as I need to.

[She grasps his hands firmly for a moment, before letting go, settling back in her makeshift stage.]

I imagine you'll need an ally in the Conservatives rather desperately, I imagine. I admit, this is an incredibly bold show.

[ Miles is experienced enough with politics not to show that Vorrutyer's touched a nerve here. But his eyes flick towards Bel anyway before resettling back. ]

We've not decided anything. I can't imagine Bel wants to stay on Barrayar long term.

[Bel is much less opaque in general. Despite kicking around for almost half a century, they've never had to learn to school their features. Or emotions, really. The view Miles gets is someone following, not likely much, but managing to bite the inside of their mouth.]

At the very least, we have business of my own to attend to first on Beta. [They answer, unusually judiciously. There's a feeling like watching the bell of a nerve disruptor in all of these politics. (God awful archaic politics at that.)

Donna smiles graciously and nods.]

I wont worry about making any moves there, then. [There's a moment, her eyes glittering in some private amusement, and some mix of regard before she simply nods again at some unspoken musing.]

I don't suppose you could be a dear and let Ivan know I've missed his company.

[ Clearly Donna is planning something. MIles' eyes narrow a bit, but he can't for the life of him figure out what in the world Donna would want on Beta Colony.

The implied flirtation, though. That prompts a possessive little flinch. ]

Kindly do not flirt with my partner in front of me, Lady Vorrutyer. I'm liable to get grumpy about it.

[ A slight baring of teeth. Don't you do it, Vorrutyer. ]

I'll be more than happy to give my cousin your regards.

[She laughs, bright and delighted.]

Toughen up your guard, Vorkosigan. I'm a friend.

[The addenda "what will you do with an enemy?" is left unspoken.]

I'll like to receive you again soon, for planning's sake.

[ Oh, whatever. He's already decided to help her, so he's not too concerned with the opposite. A casual little flick of his hand. ]

Of course. Send me a message when you get back.