Of course I am. I mean, you lived a privileged life, didn't you? Why in heaven's name would I ever give that up? No, no. Penniless Vor is better than penniless prole, believe me. It gets you into parties, and at those parties there's food, and there's another day when you're not starving.

[ It's a rather grim sentiment, but he smiles right back at Nash, matching wide smile for wide smile. ]

But that's just the unfortunate thing. There hasn't ever been any getting away. You're a charming fellow with marketable skills - poisoning people, stabbing people, so on and so forth - but I fear I've nothing to offer to anyone. To make it off-world, you must have something to offer your new world. And I have no education. I spent my whole youth out behind the school, smoking and drinking creme de meth. So here I am. To stay, forever. [ He lifts his hand, shrugs. ]

So - is my answer to your satisfaction?