Oh you naughty heretic.
[Gaunt looks at the boy with a tired expression, his blue eyes like doll's eyes around a network of scarring in his face, briefly flashing a neon green as they catch the light just so.]
One might well speculate this prison is for younger people than myself, given the median age seems to be around sixteen or seventeen. It feels like I'm in a schola progenium half the time.
[He looks to his booze.] I'd offer you a drink but... [he gives a helpless shrug.] I wouldn't want to add further time to my indefinite imprisonment here. Colonel-Commissar Ibram Gaunt, Tanith 1st and only. And you are?