"I said they might sell you a pretty story," By responds with a wave of his hand. "I never said that story would be true. Far from it. Cetagandans are elegant in their untruths and manipulations. The most accomplished liars in the whole of the Nexus."

He sticks his hands in his pockets, then, a little smile curling his lips. He asks, then, "You don't talk like a prole. Or look like one. I'm quite sure, looking at you, that you come from a noble background." He's actually quite sure, having spent some time eavesdropping and questioning and snooping around, that he comes from a noble background, but it sounds so much more impressive if he seems able to tell just by looking at the boy.