[That question deserves a more complicated answer than Cordelia might be expecting; Gregor palpably hesitates for a moment, looking uncertain, but he imagines even younger she is likely to appreciate the plain unvarnished truth.]

In a way. I... think of you as my foster-parents, [he says, cagey despite his intent, not quite able to stomach saying directly, You're my foster-mother and I miss you dearly at times, or even worse, Your husband can't bring himself to name himself as my father in any way and I cannot blame him.] Though I understand it is not a role you might have looked for at this age.

[He sounds very neutral about supplying his supposed foster-mother with an out to caring about him too overtly right now, and continues on without a blip. Obviously what she's interested in is what he'd know about Miles and he can't blame her; it's why he'd offered it out in the first place.]

We weren't raised physically together, obviously; I've always been at the Residence, and we're far enough apart in age that by the time he was walking I was always in lessons or the academy or my mandatory period of service... [An oblique, slightly awkward shrug.] But I did traipse around with Miles and Ivan and occasionally Elena from time to time.