[Dorian has responses on the tongue- inclinations to go where he hadn't before, inquiries on just how appropriate these show tunes were. But hearing Prior's name all but wipes them from his mind, leaving his hands sitting still over another shoot of green. All this time stewing, thinking happy accidents aren't just going to happen, and here they are.

Then he laughs again, harder than before, shaking his head all the while.] You know, I got swept up in a number of people when I tried to meet you. And here you are! [Ah, but that might sound off-putting. Quickly:] Byerly was rather insistent that I meet you, though I doubt he's spoke of me. Dorian Pavus, like the... well, no one is quite like me.