Bull knew Dorian came from a different place, one in which he'd become Tal-Vashoth. He didn't want to think about where he had come from: a place where he'd fallen in love with Dorian, and was painfully aware of his loyalty to the Qun. His fear of the day when those two things might clash.

Then he'd come to Darrow. Maybe it was a reprieve. Dorian's smile erased the anguish that threatened to bubble up and Bull drank in the sight of him. He was only distracted by the bag; he looked at it. "Could what? Are we back to you coming into my dreams?"