There wasn't much Dorian could have said that would make Bull more eager to move than that. He'd had his own rough experiences in the Bramford not long after he arrived, but that had been a different kind of spirit. Bull had finally met Noah face to face in October, but by then Dorian had put wards - or whatever - all over his apartment.

"Mmm, good reason," he rumbled, cranky about that idea. But there wasn't anything he could do about it; he wouldn't be upset to move out, that was for sure. "Just be careful," he said quietly. "I know you are, I know. But I'm saying it anyway."