"Cute? There is no part of me at any age that is cute, Bull. I assure you, my mother could certainly attest to that."

Dorian gave an extremely sotted smile, tired and satisfied. He reached up to run his fingers along the straight line of Bull's grey nose. They traced the bow of his lips then, with impossible tenderness. Dorian could see the beginnings of a shiner on one of his eyes forming, but he did nothing for it. Bull would likely want to wear it as a badge of memory, after his night fighting. They differed there.