"Not exactly, no." He looks up at her, then away, trying to marshal his thoughts. "More like a long list of impossibilities. My father is a good man. I know he's not going to - disown me, try to have you deported, do anything physically dangerous... what I don't know is what he will do. Maybe he'll fire off a round or two of sarcasm and retreat in good order, like Illyan. But I don't think so; that's less his style. I... fear that he might see you as an irrevocable bad decision on my part, or a threat to my safety, or to Barrayar's. That he might try—and certainly fail—to convince me I should pack you off to Beta Colony as soon as possible. Or to somewhere more remote. But that doesn't seem quite right either. And thus we come back," his free hand makes a horizontal circling motion, "to 'I don't know'."