[At the same time that some line of tension that might have been in Prior's shoulders so long it's seemed part of his stance finally gives out and snaps, something pinches sharply - painfully - at a corner of his mouth. Only for a second.

It's not easy to ask some things.]

Has anyone ever told you you sound like you're chewing a Jane Austen novel sometimes? It's very charming but I feel constantly underdressed without a bonnet and gown. [And, less of a deflection.] Thank you.