"I'll explain later," he promised. Bull could not be troubled to translate, as translating anything from Qunlat took some doing, and some contextualizing.

Bull adjusted his position after Dorian's finger slid in; he got his knee under him, got his other foot on the floor so that he could balance, so that Dorian could do what he needed to help get him ready. "Good," he breathed as the second finger eased in. Bull appreciated how careful Dorian was; unlike most Qunari, Bull kept his own nails short, manicured, for he sake of anyone he took to bed.

"Another," he urged, his voice edged with need.