The Bull looks over at Dorian, the part of his eye that's visible through the carefully designed slat in the cloth a little wider. This is a really weird place to feel the kind of triumph that surges through him for a second, but weird or not, that's what's happening. It isn't like Dorian hasn't been giving him signals all along that he's into it, at least in theory, but all but saying that he's into it outright and openly - quiet, sure, but almost openly - that feels like something else.

Well, damn. Maybe he has more to look forward to once they get out of here than he thought.

"Guess that means we match then," he murmurs, voice warm with promise. "That's pretty convenient."