If the scent bothered Bull, he didn't let on. He'd done his share of destroying monsters all over Thedas. He watched the fire, also feeling weirdly hungry.

He imagined Dorian's appalled voice and smiled a little. The look faded at Geralt's question.

Bull touched his mouth, the puncture wounds on the far side of it. "Somewhat," he answered. "There's still a demon out there fucking things up."