"I've still got fifteen more, keep your smallclothes on." The irony of him saying that last part to Dorian makes the Bull feel like he should grin. He does, a little. The cloth over his face means he doesn't have to worry about whether he's made it big or convincing enough but he does let out an amused breath, nudges Dorian a little.

Anyway, puzzling out his next guess. He's getting close, he feels like. Probably won't need the whole fifteen. "Not a lot of places famous for doing enough magic that I'd be that put off. Not a lot that you'd admit you're not the best at, either. Or are you just in a generous mood?"