Gaius knows exactly what he has incurred through his little display. He knew it before he did it, and it was a calculated risk. His plan required that he frighten Thrace in a public area, preferably somewhere with a person that she respected – that she cared about, even. The Triad game had been the most easily available situation. He had, however, underestimated the reaction that Lee Adama would have. No matter, however. He had had enough time to clean any fragile work out of his office before the pilot came striding into his room.

Not much more, though. He was still organizing some files into a folder when Lee slammed him up against a wall, knocking his glasses loose and scattering his papers across the floor. It knocked his breath and his plan away from his head for a moment, and for that moment he was almost scared. But then he remembered who he was dealing with, he remembered that he knew exactly how to deal with him. He tried to laugh, and got out no more than a harsh breath before he gave up on started talking. "Now, ordinarily I might try to remind the man who was assaulting me that I am the vice president, but I expect-"

"What were you talking about?"

"If you'll please refrain from interrupting me," Gaius said, trying not to focus on how ridiculous that sounded coming from a man hovering six inches from the floor, "I was saying that I expect that it wouldn't work on you, so instead I'll just remind you that you are assaulting a civilian."

"Frak you."

"No, Adama, here's the thing. For the first time in quite a long time, I have the moral high ground." Gaius laughed.

"If you don't-"

"What? What will you do?"

"I could leave you a bloody pulp and no one would care."

"I'd love to contradict you, there, but if you wouldn't mind putting me down first, so that we can-"

Lee punched him in the face.

"Or we could keep talking like this." Gaius paused, to get a bearing on the situation. "Look. I believe you'll do whatever you want, and I can't stop you. And if you wanted to know something else, I'd be happy to tell you, really." He coughed, adjusted his glasses. "But it's not my secret to tell. So...could you let me down, and then you can go interrogate Starbuck instead?"

The CAG's hand loosened from around his neck. He crumpled to the ground, rubbing his neck. He looked up to see the captain looming above him, looking like he wanted to say something, but finally just stomping out.

Six sat at his desk, smiling impishly. "You're a very interesting man, Gaius Baltar."

Gaius looked up, panting, coughed twice, and spoke. "Oh, frak you."