No, no, the sight of your ankles, though something to behold, isn't it. Back home, such things and more were on display wherever you went. It's just that it was all very... look, but don't touch. Like everyone is little trinkets in the window you can't afford.

[For emphasis, he runs his fingers in a circle over the bone of the ankle. He's beginning to understand why By suggested the meeting- there's a weight off his shoulders just by witnessing Prior's demeanor.]

I expect some of my ancestors would be rolling over by this scene alone, but I recognize it's very mild. It's a pleasure to meet you, Prior.