"Good to meet you, Aurin." Constans shook Aurin's hand firmly, quite businesslike. He scrutinized Aurin with what he figured must be a good clever expression, meeting the other boy's eyes. People trust a man who makes eye contact, Father always said that. Eye contact and a good, strong handshake. He'd practiced with his little brother for weeks until he learned to stop unthinkingly offering his left hand instead of the right.
"If you're not a mage, how come they make you stay?" Are your parents servants?" With the greeting ended, he clasped his hands behind his back and regarded Aurin curiously. Everything about Constans at that moment gave an impression of good breeding, even the honest bits that he wasn't thinking about.