Dorian sighed. He wasn't rightly sure how to manage that comment. He put the steaming basin down on Bull's bedside table before reaching for his bag of things and dumping it unceremoniously. Gauze pads, tape, and a number of tins and vials scattered onto the corner of the bed.

"The shirt is off because it doesn't need blood or iodine or whatever else stains. Not for your personal pleasure. Not that I'm suddenly a blushing, virginal flower too shy to disrobe with company around, but I don't know how Cremisius would feel about it."

Dorian wrung his hands before throwing them in the air. He took one of the towels, dipped it into the water, and wrung it mostly out.

"Not that I suspect it would bother him."