Bull hissed quietly when something... happened, in his leg. Then he sighed, sinking back in relief. "Thank you," he said quietly, because no matter how much he fussed about it, he did appreciate it. He knew Dorian did it because he cared.

He put a different dressing on his own salad and sat back with the bowl, intent on keeping his leg up.

"I do like the beach," he admitted. It reminded him of a home he'd left behind long, long ago. He liked the smell of the sea; he liked the taste of the salt on Dorian's skin. "Whatever you like, we'll find something." He was open to trying new things, and being the odd man out hadn't stopped him from going places yet.