Krem warned him, but Bull hadn't gotten the clear message until he was back within the city. The trepidation he felt tracking the mage down isn't something he's used to, but this place fucks with the best of them. He is keenly ware that Dorian may not remember things that he does. One obstacle at a time.

His breath catches quietly when he spots the familiar figure. In no world could he mistake Dorian's posture, his mannerisms, his clothes. His voice. The familiarity of all of it warms a part of Bull that had been safeguarded since getting here. He's missed Dorian, very much.

"And looked better doing it."

Bull isn't the person Dorian leaned toward, but he is just within earshot to catch the comment. For such a big person, he has a way of getting around relatively unnoticed. It didn't hurt that Dorian had been quite focused on the uh... toys.