[ Miles ... pauses for a moment, considering. It's true that Beta Colony has the appropriate tech - and surely with uterine replicators being so common nowadays, no one would blink at a child coming from one as long as the genetic scans showed clean. Which they would. ]
I ... er, I suppose we could. But the political ramifications. I'm barely tolerated as a Count's heir, much less - whatever my title would be. Prince-Consort?
Oh, certainly. They'd make Gregor's life hell in any way they could, or at minimum dig in their heels politically. I'd be nothing but a lead weight around his neck.
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Jim tries hard not to make a face at the "kids" discussion. He guesses it makes sense considering what kind of society they're from but...]
So...he can have kids. What would be stopping him from doing that if you guys were together?
[Different cultures, man.]
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I ... er, I suppose we could. But the political ramifications. I'm barely tolerated as a Count's heir, much less - whatever my title would be. Prince-Consort?
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[The more he hears about Barrayar the more he dislikes it, honestly.]
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Okay worry about that if/when you go back. What about now? Here?
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That's - well - obviously there'd be no political issues here, but I'd want it to continue on Barrayar. If we remember anything.
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Okay, but still not answering my question. Take Barrayar out of the equation for a second. Thinking about just right now.
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What would I do? Marry him here or something?
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Whoa, baby steps first. How about you guys actually dating?
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I'm not going to casually date Gregor.
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You can't date someone without marrying them?
[Dear god did he ever dodge a bullet if that's true.]
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You're not making this easy for yourself, you know that?
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[He leans forward in his chair and looks Miles square in the eyes.]
You're telling me you're going to sit there and do nothing about it?
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Oh, I considered drinking myself to death, but that'd be terribly unfair to everyone else who has to deal with me.
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Miles...
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[His mind is already working. Technicalities...what's the technicality in this situation...?]
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There's nothing you can do.
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[He settles back in his seat, arms folded, watching Miles carefully. It was true he didn't plan on talking to Gregor about it....]
So...what? You going to be celibate the rest of your life then?
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