"Somehow I doubt that. Even I was cute at some point in my life." Dorian had gotten to see him as a child, had been forced to spend a week with little Ashkaari in his life.

He closed his eye under Dorian's tender touches, aware of the bruise forming around his eye but he didn't mind. The eye was still there, so he'd consider it a victory. He tipped his head to kiss Dorian's wrist, to bite gently at the tender skin.

Maybe Dorian wouldn't keep any bruises from his night in the ring, but he did let Bull leave all manners of bites and bruises on him during sex, so he wasn't going to tell the mage his business.