"That's too bad," the Bull says, wishing a little that they were somewhere they could take all this cloth off their faces but because of Dorian's expression, this time. There's something a little unsettling about it, being so used to reading people's faces and then not getting anything there at all. It's not like body language is gone, he still has that, and maybe if he was anywhere else that would be enough, but-

Ah, nevermind. There's no point in hammering those kinds of thoughts deeper into his mind than they've already gone. The wistful tone to Dorian's laugh there is what the Bull has right now, and that will be enough until they make it out of here.

"Bet you looked great in them. What kind did you used to wear? The same kind of stuff you want me in, minus the eyepatch?"