[Prior's clearly uncertain for a moment, but recovers quickly, fluttering a hand against his chest.]

Insistent, really. Well, for whatever reason that might be, now I have to hope not to disappoint.

[Though it's flattering. Isn't it? He's helplessly touched to hear that he's been thought of.

And he has to appreciate that last comment, while thinking that - on first impressions - if anyone were like Dorian, Byerly would be the easy pick. Not just for that initial vaguely familiar feeling of natural charm papering over at least three different emotions. There's also the victorian picture book mustache.]

You, I'm sure he was keeping as a pleasant surprise, or I'd have made the whole thing far easier for you. He's my - my housemate.