Bull knew that Dorian took care of himself, especially after fights. He'd watched him, with considerable dedication, as he made sure nothing would scar. He'd not thought much of it: Dorian had the ability and the desire to make it happen.

"You've had injuries that could have ended in scars," Bull said, watching Dorian work. Of course it was his left arm that had gotten the deepest cut. "I've seen some of them. That you don't have any is a testament to your talent and determination, Dorian Pavus."

His hand drifted and the backs of his fingers - two of them a knuckle too short - brushed Dorian's thigh. He was nervous and Bull wanted to calm him.

Krem had settled, at least.

"If you need to close it with magic, go ahead. I've got enough scars to cover both of you. Twice."