The Bull sets one hand on the table, leaning away from Dorian onto it, and the other hand over his legs, in case any of Dorian's reaction when the Bull first grabbed him was down to not wanting to be touched - not by the Bull, anyway, at least right now, while the Bull's still in the middle of making all these jokes about fucking him.

Right now it's not the time, so Dorian might feel better if the Bull and his hands keep their distance - but not forever, still looks like, and Dorian's even getting comfortable enough letting the Bull know it, even if it seems like he doesn't want the Bull to act like he heard it. It could handle you just fine sounds like the impression the Bull got before they fell all this way, before this crap started, is still on Dorian's mind. Not the time to press him on it - that can come later, after Dorian asks for it - but good to hear. The Bull notes it and tucks the fact away, letting Dorian shift the focus.

"Look, you make an offer like that and you can't think I'm not going to make cracks about it." Which is true, even if the Bull would have kind of liked it if it had actually distracted Dorian from having asked the question. But since it didn't, if he wants to keep convincing Dorian to relax around him with the magic thing, he has to commit. So he sighs like he's hard done by and says, "If it really isn't sturdy enough to hold me up you can't tell the boss I broke it, alright? I warned you and everything."