"It's not so serious," Dorian promised him, with a very gentle smile. It was very much serious, but it was a lovely fiction and Dorian delighted in lovely fictions, especially if they kept Iron Bull from breaking down.

He scrubbed at Bull's face with his thumbs, right below his ears, before pulling away and gathering up the other things he would need. Bags, chains, a jacket.

"Cremisius will be with me. He'll do what he can to help my stupid arse, you know he can't help it."

Dorian moved toward the study door, paused in it.

"I've got to get dressed."