Dorian will never understand how it is that the Bull's use of crude language makes him feel like a scandalized Chantry sister, but somehow, it does. He feels himself flush a little, but he hopes the dim lighting of the hallways hides it well.

"I think it's more of a matter of what I wish you would pay less attention to, quite frankly." He sniffs a little haughtily, though the effect is dulled and muted by his face covering. "I suppose you can hardly be blamed, considering my perfection.

"But if that's the given criteria—" Dorian pauses, thinking it over. "You could stand to focus less on my ass, I suppose."