If Galeni can't tell a bloody distraction when he sees one, that's his problem. Miles is in his element. Probably about to die, under incredible stress, improvising bizarre pageantry - the only way he could get any more in his element would be if he had any idea whatsoever of how to take advantage of this distraction to actually escape.

"Got to get all the proper ceremonial bits in, you know. Don't worry, I'll keep it short," he lies blithely. "Galeni: 'Next case, Lord Miles Naismith Vorkosigan versus his wife the haut Lady Linyabel Miriat Vorkosigan', tap imaginary spear on ground, 'Your Count is listening; complainants please step forward'."