The Bull grunts again, this time sounding more acknowledging than unhappy. It's nice to think that Dorian's saying that more for his own sake than for the Bull's. Which isn't a kind thought, but it's one that puts a little steel into the Bull's spine, so he might as well use it. It's a little easier to keep up the act when it's someone else who needs him to.

"Yeah?" he asks as he keeps himself walking forward, the mask over his own nerves a little more convincing than it was a couple seconds ago. He moves over as he walks, just a little, to bump his arm into Dorian's shoulder without looking at him. "Any place I've been?"