"I was fine. I am fine." Bull kissed Dorian's damp hair. "Glad to facilitate a revenge fantasy," he teased as he gently pinched Dorian's cheek.

With a quiet grunt he sat up and eased deeper into the water; he brought Dorian with him, holding him. He stopped when the water came about mid-way up his stomach - deep enough to help soothe and clean Dorian without much effort.

"Besides, fucking you in front of a bunch of pearl-clutching Vints was pretty fun."