"Good morning, dearheart," Dorian said. He extricated himself from the hug after a time and pulled himself over Bull's chest, kept himself propped up with a hand on either side of Bull's head. He dipped down for a long, slow kiss, before parting again, staring down at Bull with unusually bright eyes, for Dorian in the morning.

"Nice to have you in the flesh again. Are you hungry?"