[Oh, there's something in that squeak to Dorian's voice Prior recognizes a little too well. Well. Clearing his throat, he keeps his chin tilted deliberately up.]

She has that effect. Breathe, it'll ease off.

[While he looks for an obvious exit. And there is and obvious exit, right past her.]

I could bring you somewhere in dreams, maybe. But I know when I'm dreaming and this is not my idea of a sweet one. Lets... let's go somewhere else, at least. Not here.

[With a gesture rather than risking the suggestion out loud, he indicates the apartment door.]