"Mmm." Dorian's sheepishness welled up, ahead of schedule. He took the mug in both hands.

"I'm saving the ugliness up for my supervisor. He wants to give me half the space I asked for for the new collection. Half."

He drank his coffee greedily, praying to Andraste that it would do its work before Bull decided to wrangle out the apology he was rightfully owed. The liquid was too hot, ached deliciously.

"How are you this morning?"