Bull chuckled and he stayed still as Dorian worked. Now and then he would give gentle instruction on the order of unknotting, but for the most part it seemed that Dorian had a handle on it.

He leaned forward and kissed Dorian's cheek, his neck, trying not to interrupt his line of sight too much while he worked. That was probably impossible, given how close they were.

"It seemed important," he confessed. "It is... part of me you might never have seen otherwise." Bull had no cause to wear it in Thedas, and if he had, they were all screwed.