[She gets a quick answer when Prior's expression drops its polite facade, eyes still wide but for earnest reasons now. He scans her face and - does recognise her, maybe? There's something that feels familiar, which means he must have seen her somewhere before. And there's only one likely conduit for bringing middle-aged women into Prior's life.]

Please don't tell my mom.

[It's terror his eyes are wide with, plain to see. He digs a hand into his pocket, returning laden with pencils and glosses and gels and tries to offer them out to her, blushing from the collar of his shirt to the tips of his ears.]

I'll put them all back. They weren't... [They weren't for me is important to say, but then who-] Some girl asked... it was a dare. Please, please don't tell my mom, or anybody?