"Can do," the Bull says, noting that down and already planning to actually do it at whichever moment seems like it'll embarrass Dorian the most. "And you were in front of me the whole time, so if I really want it to sound accurate I'm going to have to go into detail about your, uh-" Conscious of the low light and his mask, the Bull tips his head down to make it clear he's looking assward. "-'nose'." Or maybe your legs. I haven't decided yet."

But that's a thought for later. The Bull takes a slow breath, bracing himself to walk again even if he isn't actually moving yet. "Anyway, do you know where we need to head next? Don't know how much you got to explore before you had to run back for me."