Dorian gave Bull an odd look. He appreciated the thanks, but he hadn't needed it. He was no great healer, but he did what he could do, and he saw it only as sensible to help Bull's pain with his magic. Bull, of course, hadn't been raised with much contact with Andrastianism, even the Tevinter flavor. But Dorian was, after a fashion, Andrastian. And magic was meant to serve man.

To not help Bull at all would have been more remarkable, to Dorian.

It could also have been that he was, despite the appearances he cultured, of a kind and gentle nature.

"The beach then. Because, ah -- we may have to make special arrangements at the playhouse. On account of your very impressive rack."

He offered Bull a fond smile before picking up his own bowl and fork, to follow suit, and finding himself a place tucked against Bull's side. He liked that about having Bull around.

Well, he liked having Bull around.