"I kind of like it," Bull admitted. He'd adapted to being in all kinds of places, but he kind of liked the quiet around heir new home. He nosed against Dorian's hair, breathed his scent deep.

"Makes sleeping in easier."

In he center of Darrow, once the city was awake and bustling, Bull tended to just be up, regardless of how late he might have worked the night before. If he was tired enough, he'd go back to sleep, but, especially on trash collecting day, he tended to just give up.