The slight curl of Yuri's lip shows about how much he appreciates Miles's personality. About as much as the rest of him, equally offensive. Yuri's too Barrayaran to claim delicate sensibility, but mutants still have no place in this camp. They certainly have no place in that uniform.

"Desperate," Yuri echoes scornfully, eyes narrowed. The whole planet is desperate. That's no excuse. "I think you mean overly progressive. Prole officers, I'll grant him, but women and mutants in the Imperial Service? I think my niece's Betan sensibilities must be getting the better of him." He makes a disapproving noise. It's clear that he thinks Miles would be much better suited to literally anything else. And that he's not all that fond of his brother's decision to marry a galactic, either.