"Shush," he said. "That's why coffee was invented."

He was quiet as well, after Bull asked. Dorian wanted to give himself a chance to come up with a response that wouldn't possibly cause a late night argument. One that wouldn't make Bull worry too much. For he did. He worried about so much. He worried about demons. And perhaps now most of all, he worried about Dorian.

"Summer is demon season. Must be all that fetid swelter. The weather gets too warm, people get cranky. The Veil is ... very thin here. I'm sure it doesn't surprise you, considering all the rumors about this building. Another reason I'm eager to move."