Bull tried to reconcile that for now. He wanted to argue that it was different, that Dorian had been doing it for survival; Bull had done it because he was told. He sank back, smoothing his hand over Dorian's back.

"Tal-Vashoth, then," he said quietly. It felt like a weight settling, or lifting. He wasn't sure. "At least I can be sure they won't send assassins after me here."