I don't think he's considered it, and Cordelia has never discussed it with me, but I can't imagine she's so, er, rigid in her preferences as a Barrayaran would be regardless of practice.

[Gregor barks a soft laugh and shakes his head a little, eyes warming again.]

Like Miles has ever waited for my blessing for anything, either. It's always easier to beg forgiveness than to ask permission. [He pauses for a moment, focusing more closely on Bel, the edges of his mouth softening.] And I trust you, Bel. With my life, and Miles', and our sacred honor besides. If it's my blessing you want, you have it--you've had it since before we arrived here.