[Casual conversation is already better than being left to stew, so Prior's company was already coming to be appreciated. The bud surprises him, making a tentative impression go from good to great in a matter of seconds. Dorian laughs, leaning to accept the bud with great delicacy.]

I'm surprised no one's come to carve a safe path for you already, being as generous as you are good-looking. [He tucks it safely under the tight fabric of his shirt, then makes a beckoning motion for the leg he'd been tending.] They'll leave terrible grass stains for someone wanting to look so sane and civilized, so come. Let's get them off. I won't bite.