Bull caught Dorian during one of his passes around the room. He held the mage, gentle but strong, and one hand tenderly cradled Dorian's head.

"Hey," he murmured. "There's red lyrium on the floor. And we're going to deal with it." He touched his brow to Dorian's, then let him go. He reached up to pull a box off one of Dorian's shelves. "Gloves are in here."

Of course he knew.