Dunno. All the war I've known has been fairly uncivil, for all the purity that the other side harps on.

[He takes another mouthful of whiskey as he turns over the rest of that in his mind, fitting Vorrutyer into a world like he's just described. It's perhaps easier than it should be. Sirius knows (knew) a lot of men who dressed well and sat out of fights. His father, for one. And he knew a lot of men who rolled up their fine sleeves and fought as well, and a lot of men who found smaller men to fight for them, and a few less but more important men who cut off their fine sleeves and did the work required. War takes all kinds.

But for Vorrutyer, in sum:]

So you lack for manly aggression.