Bull inhaled sharply when Dorian reached his knee. But he remained still; as terrible as he was for Stitches and any other healer he'd ever run into, Bull did know how to behave.

"No one here whispers Ben-Hassrath or Hissrad with terror, so I know the feeling." He gave Dorian's hair a light tug. "And I would. I miss it - I'm good at it - and I like it. If I weren't so willing to bend rules, I would have been happy in the Beresaad.