"...Lady Vorkosigan," acknowledges the ghem. "Ah, yes. And Lord Vorkosigan, the name sounds - familiar, I suppose now I know why. Lord Vorkosigan, please convey my sincerest apologies to your wife. And - is there some means by which we can distinguish you and the clone, who has been granted no such honor by the Emperor?"

"Miles," says Linya, "can you think of any reason to help this individual, for merely declining to annoy me by shooting you?"

The ghem winces.