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[shok_ebasit_hissra]

Bull didn't linger too long at fight club after Dorian left. He was bruised but it was hardly anything more than he might have gotten from a training session. He let himself into their new house. There was still unpacking - mostly Dorian's books - but It was starting to look settled in.

"Dorian?" he called as he nudged the door shut again, listening for movement in the house. Dorian's words had been shivering down his spine since their tussle: I have plans for you and that smart mouth of yours.

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"Worryingly accurate." Dorian gave a laugh that could only be described as a guffaw. Bull had given him a very ridiculous picture. He could only imagine what his mother's reaction to such a comment would have been.

"I came out with no such thing! I know it may be hard to believe, but it's a novel development. I think I may have done it simply because my mother tried to forbid it."

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

Bull laughed quietly and leaned close to kiss Dorian, right on his mouth, which was perfectly framed by his moustache.

"And you're inclined to do the forbidden," he rumbled fondly. "Grow facial hair that upsets your mother. Help a southern Inquisitor. Find a Qunari spy terribly attractive."