Dorian gave a hysterical little giggle at cover the both of you, twice, because it had struck him, unbidden, as ridiculous. He carefully pressed the elfroot salved along the edges of the wound, before, with Bull's permission, knitting it together just enough to heal properly with magic. The green glow of the magic threw Bull's face into an odd relief.

"Thank you, Cremisius, for reminding me that there are still some Tevinters who are fully capable of appreciating a man just how he is."

He wiped at his palms with a clean rag, before going back to Bull's various scratches, bruises and friction burns. Thankfully, nobody seemed to have broken any bones.

"One of these days I'm just going to have to strip naked and climb to the top of the fountain in the park. Get it all over with. I suggest you all start saving for my bail."