With the wall between them, the force of Dorian's glare in response to the Bull's grumbling is completely lost on the Bull – not that it particularly matters, given that there wasn't nearly as much as heat as Dorian tried to imbue it with.
He hears the faint sound of movement – scraping, shifting, the stirring of dirt against stone – and carefully follows it, the fingertips of one hand brushing against the wall between himself and the Bull. He'll have to pull away and climb through to get to the hallway, but for now, Dorian keeps pace with the Bull.
It's a slow pace. The Bull is in a bad way, Dorian reminds himself again. The worry already percolating low in his gut is starting to grow.
"Oh, what a lovely invitation," and Dorian forces himself to sound amused. "'As rude as I want.' I doubt you truly mean that. Surely even you must have some limitations."
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He hears the faint sound of movement – scraping, shifting, the stirring of dirt against stone – and carefully follows it, the fingertips of one hand brushing against the wall between himself and the Bull. He'll have to pull away and climb through to get to the hallway, but for now, Dorian keeps pace with the Bull.
It's a slow pace. The Bull is in a bad way, Dorian reminds himself again. The worry already percolating low in his gut is starting to grow.
"Oh, what a lovely invitation," and Dorian forces himself to sound amused. "'As rude as I want.' I doubt you truly mean that. Surely even you must have some limitations."