For a second or two, Dorian wonders if the Bull is having his own conversation, wonders how badly the other man hit his head. Probably worse than Dorian had, if the Bull's current train of thought is any indication.
It takes him a little while before he realizes the Bull is talking not about his limitations, but his limitations. As in—
"Ugh."
He almost makes himself sound appropriately affronted, but it's tempered by his volume, by the hesitation that keeps him from responding immediately. There's too much effort in the Bull's voice, too many pauses, and Dorian grits his teeth against that twisting feeling of helplessness.
"Now is hardly the appropriate time for this." He tries to make his tone sharp, brusque, but he doesn't quite manage it. "Or is sex really the only thing ever on your mind?"
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It takes him a little while before he realizes the Bull is talking not about his limitations, but his limitations. As in—
"Ugh."
He almost makes himself sound appropriately affronted, but it's tempered by his volume, by the hesitation that keeps him from responding immediately. There's too much effort in the Bull's voice, too many pauses, and Dorian grits his teeth against that twisting feeling of helplessness.
"Now is hardly the appropriate time for this." He tries to make his tone sharp, brusque, but he doesn't quite manage it. "Or is sex really the only thing ever on your mind?"