Oh, neither. Sheer Vorish privilege. Plus the skill of my tongue.

[ He leers suggestively. Though - good god. Framing someone? Byerly is clever, but he wouldn't have had the skill to do that in the days when he was getting arrested. (And, admittedly, his honor wouldn't allow it.) ]

But ah, now my head is filled with such images. You as a daring youthful bandit. Knocking over old people, snatching their jewels...