Dorian made a disgusted noise. He looked away, pointedly, before sneaking another peek of a glance.

The mage folded his arms over his chest with a puff.

"I'm perfectly fine, Bull, why shouldn't I be? It's just a uniform. An incredibly fiddly uniform that seems to be made fifty percent out of rope and fifty percent out of nothing at all. It's probably very climate-appropriate in Par Vollen."