Argent shrugs. "I don’t know what made him that way. Yeah, sure, I could guess—all that facile psychobabble about family of origin and that drek—but it doesn’t really matter. He was a ... a social chameleon, that’s the best way I can put it. Drop him into a group— any group—and in a hour he’ll have the best-looking woman in the sack and everybody else thinking he’s their best chummer ever and that he respects and cherishes them. All without him ever giving the slightest flying frag about a single one of them.