Dorian might be trying to bring it up off-hand, but Bull sees through that in a heartbeat. He shifts, bending his leg as he turns more so that he can face Dorian rather than looking at him side-long.

"I've been noticed," he says. He's the only person here of his size; although Caduceus is as tall as he is, the firbolg is a string bean. Though Gatt always liked to say that Hissrad meant liar, Bull very rarely engages in actual lies. And he isn't about to start now.

"There's been a few." That's going to hurt Dorian, he knows. But Bull can't begin to reassure his lover without offering honesty first. "Sometimes this place doesn't give us much of a choice."