Miles chokes slightly, coughs, and recovers well enough to answer the question.
"Um," he says. "Well, to be honest, the Vorkosigans haven't been a rich aristocratic family since the Time of Isolation; I wouldn't have all that much luxury to offer, certainly not in comparison to," he waves a vague encircling hand, "all this. But I like to think I'd offer her possibilities. I abhor the waste of a mind. You haut-folk are supposed to be perfect—superhuman—whatever, but I'm getting a strong impression that you aren't supposed to do anything with it except stand around being better than everyone. It's not my business if that's how some people want to occupy themselves, but no wife of mine is going to spend her life locked in a, a brain-brace against her will."
That came out rather more passionately than he meant it to. He subsides, dropping his gaze to the floor.
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Date: 2014-07-12 09:07 pm (UTC)"Um," he says. "Well, to be honest, the Vorkosigans haven't been a rich aristocratic family since the Time of Isolation; I wouldn't have all that much luxury to offer, certainly not in comparison to," he waves a vague encircling hand, "all this. But I like to think I'd offer her possibilities. I abhor the waste of a mind. You haut-folk are supposed to be perfect—superhuman—whatever, but I'm getting a strong impression that you aren't supposed to do anything with it except stand around being better than everyone. It's not my business if that's how some people want to occupy themselves, but no wife of mine is going to spend her life locked in a, a brain-brace against her will."
That came out rather more passionately than he meant it to. He subsides, dropping his gaze to the floor.