[ She opens her mouth, then closes it. This...might actually be her escape. If she can outdrink him and incapacitate him. He's little, after all. So that low body weight will give her an advantage - though on the other hand, she's hungry, and she's sort of scrappy and doesn't outweigh him too hugely. Plus she doesn't really drink very often. She doesn't like the thought of getting stupid or sluggish. But she has incredible force of will - surely she can just will the alcohol to not take effect.
Ha, ha. Fat chance. But what other choice do you have? A bloody drinking contest against Lord bloody Vorkosigan with for your life the prize. Brilliant. ]
Fine.
[ She takes the glass and takes a cautious sip. She'd expected it to be vile, like most wine of her experience, but apparently Lord Vorkosigan doesn't drink the sort of rotgut you can find amongst the lower classes in Hassadar. It's velvety and rich. She sets it down with just as much caution, then offers him a bit of honesty. ]
If you'd handed me your knife a week ago, I'd have stuck it in my back pocket and taken it out of there and peddled it. I'd get a good price, I think, and I'd prefer you not falling on it yourself. As someone who follows politics.
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Ha, ha. Fat chance. But what other choice do you have? A bloody drinking contest against Lord bloody Vorkosigan with for your life the prize. Brilliant. ]
Fine.
[ She takes the glass and takes a cautious sip. She'd expected it to be vile, like most wine of her experience, but apparently Lord Vorkosigan doesn't drink the sort of rotgut you can find amongst the lower classes in Hassadar. It's velvety and rich. She sets it down with just as much caution, then offers him a bit of honesty. ]
If you'd handed me your knife a week ago, I'd have stuck it in my back pocket and taken it out of there and peddled it. I'd get a good price, I think, and I'd prefer you not falling on it yourself. As someone who follows politics.