Bull snorted a laugh. "Yeah, I wouldn't be either, with advice like that. Dorian would say he's very sensible."

He stood guard while Geralt cleaned his swords; maybe there was no need, as the wood was rather quiet, but Bull hadn't lived this long taking chances.

"I'll try to resist the urge to sew my mouth shut," he conceded. "But if it gets in my head again, I make no promises."