Of all the things Ivan could be having a reaction to, the sight of Miles perched on the arm of a haut-lady's float-chair with her arm around him appears to be the most pressing, but he doesn't formulate an immediate verbal comment.

Kety growls, "Congratulations, Lord Vorpatril. I hope you may be fortunate enough to survive your victory."

"Huh?" says Ivan.

The arrestees are marched away before anyone elaborates.

"Miles," says Ivan, sighing, "are you all right?"