Bull's hands were broad and thick and Dorian had seen them break a man's neck with concerning ease before, but they were always gentle when Bull held him that way, just with his thumb and forefinger around his chin, caring. It was a vulnerable feeling, but not in a horrible way. Dorian had since decided he didn't mind being so vulnerable, with Bull.

He sighed into Bull's kiss.

"You're my Tal-Vashoth. Now please bring me expensive chocolate."