Bull left his neck exposed for Dorian, very aware of his teeth even if they were gentle. He cradled the back of Dorian's head for a moment, just holding onto him.

"I think you use it as an excuse to redecorate," he teased as he brushed back the mage's hair. "Want new curtains? Set the old ones on fire. New lamp? Blast the bulb out of the one you don't like."

His eye gleaned with amusement.