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[dendarii]

"This is - Emperor Vorkosigan. Leave a message and We will return it at Our earliest convenience."

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[dendarii]

I can't give it in good conscience unless I know what I'm forbidding.

[vorrutyer]

I don't give a shit about your conscience.

[dendarii]

You really should.

[vorrutyer]

Why?

[dendarii]

If you really think I'm your Emperor - and not just paying lip service - you ought to care.

[vorrutyer]

I follow orders. I don't fret over the morality of them.

[dendarii]

Fine, then. We order you to show Us what it is you're using.

[vorrutyer]

[ A slight pause. ]

That's not what I asked of you.

[dendarii]

You're fretting.

[vorrutyer]

I'm not fretting. That part of it just is none of your fucking business. All I need is your order.

[dendarii]

I've already given you one.

[vorrutyer]

[ About an hour of silence. Then, roughly, Miles' door is opened. Byerly stalks in, shoulders set and face immobile, clearly furious. He drops a small mountain of bags - some with pills, some with powders, some with plant life - on Miles' desk, then stiffly turns to go without a word. ]

[dendarii]

[ Was that he right call? Maybe not. Miles had paced in his room after the last text, waiting fruitlessly for a response. When Byerly finally shows up with the bag - no, bags - he jumps, startled by the noise and the sheer amount. ]

Wait - please.

[vorrutyer]

[ By just pauses, not turning back, spitting - ]

Is that an order, sire?

[dendarii]

No. A request. I - good god, Byerly.

[ He's alarmed by the sheer volume and variety here. ]

[vorrutyer]

[ And now he does turn back, if only to find out exactly what Miles is reacting to. He presses his lips together. ]

Sufficiently shocking, I hope, to give you a nice voyeuristic thrill.

[dendarii]

[ Miles winces at that. His curiosity drove part of this, that much is for sure. ]

I wanted to know what I was dealing with. What you were dealing with.

[vorrutyer]

[ His brows draw down at the first sentence, and he affirms, rather fiercely: ]

What I am dealing with. [ Not you. ]

[dendarii]

[ Miles would like to object, but - he closes his mouth after a moment, thinking better of the impulse. ]

When did this start?

[vorrutyer]

[ Unhelpfully: ]

When do you think?

[dendarii]

When you got back?

[vorrutyer]

[ A lift of his eyebrows indicates some soft of confirmation. ]

[dendarii]

[ Miles glances back towards the pile. ]

This much in that amount of time?

[vorrutyer]

[ A short, sardonic laugh. ]

Sire, if it's still there, that means I haven't taken it yet.

[dendarii]

Well - yes, obviously, but you intended to make use of it.