Olivia might damn well agree with Miles. He certainly thinks that Sonia would, in the sense that all Vor are tool from the day they're born to the day they die. They live a life in service, all of them. Piotr, Olivia, Sonia, Miles ... Vorbarras and Vorkosigans more than anyone else. But he betrays too much of himself to cite that line of reasoning with the kind of vehemence that will surely spill out. Only a Vor truly understands ...

And in any case, now is not the time. Not while his grandfather is hurting. Not while Miles risks pissing the man off further. So he nods, sharply, and doesn't reengage the subject.

"Yes sir," he says, keeping his head down. "We'll do all we can."