[Miles gets a short, cool look at that spike of amusement-- it's not funny, this is your mess and you're dragging me along with it and now I have to act again, I hate being Emperor at people who do not see me behind the mask-- but it's brief, and Gregor redirects his full attention onto the clone.
He manages to look completely composed and undaunted, even injecting a bit of pleading into his eyes, as if he really thinks this is Miles who's about to break his lies to Miles's clone. What an ironic thought that is. But he can't find it in him to think of him as Vorkosigan as Miles has been doing, no matter how technically true that is, because to Gregor the Vorkosigans are a very particular subset of people and this one has not proven himself worthy of their number just yet.]
I resemble a relative of mine rather closely, but I'm not him. This is damn confusing already. You are Miles, aren't you? That is, my Lord Regent's son?
[Because he's already picked up on some of the hiccups in the clone's lies and Gregor isn't about to try to bust him on the details. Making him sweat would be unbelievably cruel.]
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He manages to look completely composed and undaunted, even injecting a bit of pleading into his eyes, as if he really thinks this is Miles who's about to break his lies to Miles's clone. What an ironic thought that is. But he can't find it in him to think of him as Vorkosigan as Miles has been doing, no matter how technically true that is, because to Gregor the Vorkosigans are a very particular subset of people and this one has not proven himself worthy of their number just yet.]
I resemble a relative of mine rather closely, but I'm not him. This is damn confusing already. You are Miles, aren't you? That is, my Lord Regent's son?
[Because he's already picked up on some of the hiccups in the clone's lies and Gregor isn't about to try to bust him on the details. Making him sweat would be unbelievably cruel.]