"I could, if you want. Provided you're into that kind of roleplay. Certain comments I recall suggest you might be."

Dorian gave Bull a lopsided smile. When he felt certain whatever damage was knitting itself together, Dorian changed to a dull, wet heat, reflected by the way the energy gloved over his hands glimmered to red.

"For what it's worth, Bull. I'm glad you made it out of the Beresaad. We might've been on very different sides of things if time had unfurled differently. And I ... I don't think I can take that thought."