If he tried to laugh at that, there's no way it wouldn't come out wrong. Not like Dorian's convinced anyway, but there's a limit. He's keeping this act up for a reason.

Think. How flirty would the Bull usually get here? Or- Dorian showed some genuine interest right before all this happened, the Bull remembers. Weird to feel all this pressing at him from the inside, watching his hands press against the stone and drag the rest of him along, and think of that, think of the triumph he felt then.

Something to look forward to, he'd thought. That might still be true.

The Bull would get a little more serious then. Wouldn't he? In case Dorian really needed the info. He'd make it a little bit of a joke too and he tries to wrap his mind around that, make himself figure out the balance, the mood of it that should be coming to him.

"Who, me?" he says, leaving it up to fate whether any of his answer comes out sounding light and joking or not. "Nah. Don't hurt anyone in a way they didn't ask for, or that would need to get treated afterward. Bloodplay makes things a little weird. Other than that, depends on who I'm with." He'd had to pause a couple times during that to take slow, deep breaths, and now he does it again. Then he focuses. "Why? How rude have you been wanting to get?"