Youth has nothing to do with it, mate. [ He's pretty sure you came out of your mum the way you are. He knows your kind, Sebastian. He used to be your kind, until he decided to step down a rung in the social hierarchy. Or up, depending on your vantage point. ]
The Bronze is usually a good hunting ground. Lots to choose from, lots of teen drinking. It's easy to separate someone from the herd.