Dorian gave a loud noise, pleasure and pain, when Bull's teeth dug into his shoulder. He hadn't expected it, so he gave a fit of struggle in Bull's bearhug. But he hadn't disliked it, either.

He panted against Bull's neck. "Andraste, more of that."

Wisps had started to gather at the peripheral of the dream. They had little power or intelligence of their own, so Dorian's barriers ignored them. But he thought he might make use, if it didn't worry Bull.

"Do you mind an audience?" he murmured, thoughtful. The mark on his shoulder throbbed against the hot water. This was a good chance to let Bull run a little wilder, if he was of the mood.