"Mmm, crunch," he growled against Dorian's neck before he bit him there. He kept the mage as his hostage for a moment more before setting Dorian back on his feet. "I bet you know some kind of magic to get it clean, and if you don't, someone in this city does."

Now that Krem was in, Bull leaned a bit to kick the door shut. The movement re-opened a few of the slower-bleeding wounds he'd sustained; he looked over at Krem, who was about as battered and bloodied as he was.

"You can take one of my shirts if you want, Krem." Never mind that anything he owned would be too big. Bull turned his attention back to Dorian. "Krem needs some stitching up." What he didn't say was, I do, too.