"You said there was a nightmare somewhere," he said, sounding a bit uncertain. Those spirits all sounded nice, and he thought of Cole, ostensibly a spirit of compassion. Bull also knew what lived in his own mind, never mind what lurked in the Fade beyond it. He didn't want to taint this.

He kept his eye open during the kiss, holding Dorian close. When they parted again, he stroked back Dorian's hair, studying his face. It was impossible not to see how badly he wanted this. Bull hadn't been raised to trust magic the way Dorian did. But, eventually, he nodded.

"We can try," he said. "I don't know how to control my dreams... I do have nightmares." He wasn't trying to talk Dorian out of it. He just wanted to... warn him, or something.