[They couldn't be clearer. Some distant part of his mind is compiling strategies for an opponent with unknown abilities, unknown prowess. An idle muse if he could get the purse away without breaking her wrist, from this distance.
Deciding, he paid respect to the fear coming off of her. He traces a shallow bow, using it as the excuse to step back, offer room.]
Vorkosigan. [Each syllable twinged with a sardonic edge, something just on this side of a taunt.]
no subject
Deciding, he paid respect to the fear coming off of her. He traces a shallow bow, using it as the excuse to step back, offer room.]
Vorkosigan. [Each syllable twinged with a sardonic edge, something just on this side of a taunt.]
It seems your memory is short, Miss...