"That wasn't a promise, Bull," Dorian groused, but Bull had an excellent point. Still, he had been metaphorical about the yelling. Bull wasn't a voice-raiser.

He spread his arms helplessly, face knit.

"It wasn't normal lyrium. I got it from a boy who -- has the ability to pull things from his dreams. But it reacted the same way the genuine stuff did, and it worked for my purposes, so I ... spent a lot of money to buy more. It was a very lot of money."