Bull set his empty bowl aside and let his hands fall to Dorian's feet. He'd promised a massage, and he meant to keep to that. And it gave him something physical to focus on when Dorian mentioned Seheron again.

"You wouldn't have been sent there, would you? Never heard of any magister's sons being sent, but I guess that doesn't mean they weren't." His thumb stroked along the arch of Dorian's foot. "Krem was being trained to be sent over before things fell apart for him."

He looked at Dorian, curious. "What did you hear about it?"