Dorian's breath catches in his chest for a moment. He knows that voice. He knows it very, very well. He's not sure he wants to look. It could be some sort of trick.

But he does turn and there is the Iron Bull.

"Bull," he breathes out his name and takes a few steps towards him in a rush, forgetting there are strangers around who could see everything. Dorian does not care in that moment. The Bull is here and he has never been so grateful to see his lover.

He reaches out and grabs Bull's hand tightly in his. "I swear if you are a lust demon in disguise come to tempt me I will be very cross with you."