The Bull grunts, not minding the topic the way they usually do it, only really digging into the parts of Seheron that the Bull decides to pull up and put out there and even then, not really digging that deep, but still more interested in Dorian and how the stuff they're talking about is effecting him than anything else. "Not you, though."

Which isn't exactly a revelation. When it comes to spending every autumn chasing easy glory at the expense of whoever has the bad luck to get in his way, the Bull can't think of any 'vint less suited. Not that he knows a bunch of those in the way that he knows Krem or Dorian, but it says something about Dorian, anyway.

"So, why corpses, spirits, all that? Not for recognition, at least not the easy kind. Sure it lets you make guys shit their pants and run on the battlefield, but there are probably easier ways to go for that. What did you see in all that stuff that no one else did?"