"Me?" Dorian gave Bull an alarmed look, which was also, very slightly, irritated. Dorian was not always hard to irritate.

"I have no intention on checking on that boy. He rubs me the wrong way. I had no intention of even thinking of him ever again. The red lyrium is one thing. It's got to go, and tonight. But the rest of this, it is not my fight, Bull."

Dorian was frightened. He was not very often frightened.