[Miles grins back freely. He likes the friendliness inherent in the joking demeanor. He's an irreverent little twit and he knows it; he doesn't mind making fun of his system, and he's more than a bit secretly lonely right now. Not that he's admitting that to himself.]

Gregor has even more work than glory, if you can believe that, so I can't hold it against him if he passes some off to me. It's an honor, anyway. [Which he means sincerely.] But no, Lord Auditors are quite famous. The appearance of one tends to make any loyal Barrayaran search their conscience on the spot-- moreso if they're disloyal, I suppose.

[It was his previous job that was all work and no glory. Thirteen years in covert ops, and Miles couldn't tell a soul on Barrayar how he'd served them. It drove him nearly mad a few times, for others to look at his service record and know only that he'd been Lieutenant for a decade with no promotion, and no visible outward reason why. A lowly galactic courier had been his public face when he was back on planet. Imperial Auditorship was a relief in several ways-- he could be public, if not honest, about his doings.

He could explain all that about ImpSec, but Miles sees no reason to advertise that so publicly just yet.]