"Dorian made a confused, guttural noise, somewhere between pleasure and revulsion as Bull's teeth pressed a hot circle into the side of his neck.
"Please stop describing the dead spiders! And Bull, honestly, in front of the company?"
When Bull set him down, Dorian made a show of rearranging his clothing and taking care of mostly non-existent dust, as if by way of apology to Krem.
He sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Take one of mine, Cremisius. Let me be the voice of sensibility. Bottom bureau drawer, in Bull's bedroom. I'll go get some things from my place. I'll be back in two shakes of a lambs tail."
He would need salves, and dressings. He was reasonably sure neither Bull nor Krem would suffer enough magic to get everything in ship-shape again without.
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"Please stop describing the dead spiders! And Bull, honestly, in front of the company?"
When Bull set him down, Dorian made a show of rearranging his clothing and taking care of mostly non-existent dust, as if by way of apology to Krem.
He sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Take one of mine, Cremisius. Let me be the voice of sensibility. Bottom bureau drawer, in Bull's bedroom. I'll go get some things from my place. I'll be back in two shakes of a lambs tail."
He would need salves, and dressings. He was reasonably sure neither Bull nor Krem would suffer enough magic to get everything in ship-shape again without.