Bull wrapped his arms around Dorian, as tight as he dared, when Dorian kissed him like that. He held the mage close, protective and desperate, and he didn't want to let him go. He didn't want Dorian to be around something as dangerous as red lyrium a moment longer.

But it had to be dealt with. Dorian would deal with it.

His eye stung and even after the kiss broke, he held Dorian against him. Bull's heart beat fast again. What if he let Dorian go and never saw him again?

The next kiss drew him out of his thoughts and he returned it, soft and gentle.

"Go on," he murmured. He couldn't go, maybe shouldn't. He didn't trust himself to be entirely rational. Or helpful.