"Please. Even as a corpse, I'll have more manual dexterity than anyone else you've ever met."

Dorian's eyes, still dark from pleasure, narrowed in amusement as he sat up a little straighter to help Bull remove the Qunari armor. It was artful; it was art. Dorian knew he had to respect it, and he did, but he still also loved the look of the red silk braids criss-crossing over Bull's huge biceps.

He started with the knots at the sides and began to reverently slide the ropes loose, pulling them apart where they crossed and sliding them out of their stays.

"I'm grateful, Bull. That you let me see this. I really am."