Bull leaned down to pick his shirt up as Dorian saw to getting wine for the both of them. He slung it over his shoulder and followed Dorian into the kitchen.

"He's in pretty decent shape, as far as decay. I don't know if he's actually decaying - there's something wrong with him, though. Kind of black, sludgey blood."

He leaned on their island counter, watching Dorian.

"He said he was bitten by something or someone."