Sonia's look only goes flat in response to that stubbornness, and when he doesn't hand over the bottle she crosses her arms over her chest and tilts her head to the side at him. Sonia's been throwing tantrums to get her way for years. Miles will have to dig his heels in a little harder than that to shake her.

"How?" she asks bluntly. "How can you do more here as a foot soldier than in your time as Count Vorkosigan? You've fought for it all your life, haven't you? Haven't your parents? I imagine they must have, to get Piotr's head out of his ass about it. Unless you have been disinherited after all, and neglected to say so."