Glasya noted Bellamy's bearing: military, if Glasya had to guess, or whatever passed for it on the young man's former world. His desire was palpable even without the benefit of Glasya's skills. Here was someone with a goal in mind, someone who would work hard and sacrifice much to see that goal brought to bear. That sharp note of want was simple enough for Glasya to hear. It was music to his ears. It deepened the smile on his face, and redoubled his desire to see Bellamy choose to join their side. He laced his next words with subtle influence, gently encouraging Bellamy's receptiveness.
"That's good, in its way," he said. "No bad habits to unlearn, no assumptions to overcome. You can begin with an utterly clean slate. And unlike many who began their instruction as children, you have the benefit of your training as an adult. Assuming you had any." He arched a brow, fixing Bellamy with an expectant look.