Prior reaches out and grabs the cigarette butt snuffed by time, plucking it from between the skull's teeth and discarding it off into the surf.

"You couldn't help but ask," Prior notes, a thin smirk twitching the edge of his mouth. Why is he at all surprised? "But I think I'd say something like..." He draws in a long breath and sits up straight, nose lifted higher than normal. "'Statistics be damned and follow your heart,' or some bullocks like that. What I'd've really meant was 'follow your cock, Billy, while you've still got the chance.'"