"I'm going to lay here and be useless," Bull announced as the pair of Vints set to gathering things. He knew if he tried to navigate around either of them in the kitchen, someone was going to get knocked over. His eye was sharp on Krem for a moment, though, after that wobble.

With a quiet sigh he sank back, allowing his back to stretch out. Bull rubbed his hand over the stubble on his head. He needed to shave again soon, everything. He didn't move again until he heard footsteps coming back; with a grunt he sat up again, ready to either behave while he was being tended or drink. Both.

"If I behave, does that mean the pants will come off, too?" he asked Dorian when he appeared again, eyebrow lifting.