Miles' expression is grim. He'd hated the practice even before meeting Mark, but now that he has ... he's even more infuriated by it. Slavers and murderers all of them.

Though - he has to step in to defend his planet a little bit. He hadn't quite expected that reaction - nor how she moves towards him, good god. He has to swallow thickly, looking up at her with no small amount of pink dusting his cheeks. "Do not damn all the Vor Lords," he says hesitantly. "Just the one who commissioned me. The rest of Barrayar abhors the practice, by all accounts." He quiets after that, touched by her words. Hope, eh. He'll take that gladly. "I'll be more than just hope, if I have anything to say about it. We will finish this job successfully." Or die trying.