Bull gave Dorian a withering look, but it didn't last. He knew that the mage would be in a far better mood when he woke up; he wouldn't put a bet on whether or not Dorian would be feeling apologetic, but his eyes offered a surrender, a truce.

He could accept that.

"Coffee?" he offered, with a mug already prepared the way he knew Dorian liked it. "Thought you'd still come out fighting this morning."