The Bull nods, shifting to face Dorian a little more as Dorian sits down. He tries to stretch, rolling his shoulders back and trying to feel the muscles loosen under the pain of stretching the scraped up skin like that, but his horns hit the ceiling when he tries to straighten up enough to stretch his neck out too, stretch his muscles properly. He grimaces, not loving the reminder of how low the ceiling is, and the remains of the grimace linger on his face as he focuses on Dorian instead.

Digging into Dorian's problems might be a better way to spend this little break, if Dorian is into it. The problem that the Bull's got a way into is mostly settled, but he doesn't think it's the kind of settled where you have to leave it alone, so. Might as well reinforce the message.

"Nevarra's big uh, city of bodies thing, the Grand Necropolis. That's the place you wanted to visit, right?" His grimace from the ceiling finishes fading into something casual and his voice starts getting casual, too. A little too much so, something awkward underneath. "You saying it was for a kind of magic you still had more to learn about threw me off a little. I thought - well, I guess I assumed - that you knew everything about that stuff."

See? The Bull's so not bothered by seeing Dorian's necromancy that he's starting conversations about it. Conversations that invite more info. Because that's something he's okay learning more about.

It's for a purpose, at least. And if he's going to be working with Dorian for a while, maybe knowing more about it could even be useful. If it puts Dorian a little more at ease around him, and gives him something to think about that isn't everything else that's happening right now, then it'll do its job.