"I'm not sure that peeling is the appropriate verb for robes," Dorian laughed.

He settled in next to Bull, trying to shrug off the affection, but only very poorly trying. Eventually, he stopped pressing at the other man's immovable heft and chose instead to sigh and tangle their legs together.

"The house is quiet out here," he said, observing just that. The only noise were the garden grackles, in their usual spot in the tree beside the house. Their jabber was soft through the closed windows.