Bull made a quiet sound, not quite protest, when he felt the tingle of Dorian's magic. He turned his head and kissed the mage's temple, trying to make his appreciation clear, despite his discomfort with magic in general.

He trusted Dorian.

"Yes it is, and of course I do. Ben-Hassrath," he teased. "I'm not offended. It's not like we had a lot of time - or options - in Thedas. Where do you like to go?"