"You are a gobshite." Quentin says bluntly. "You can't prove to me that you are not because that is what the world has made of you. What you need to do is prove to me that you don't want to be a gobshite. That you wish to be something better than that. Despite a rough beginning, you've already done somethings to convince me that there is something more inside of you. The fact that you clearly didn't have the actual stomach for mugging, that you are willing to work for coin, and your obvious concern for your brother are all marks in your favour. Are you a teetotaler?" He inquires of the lad suddenly.