"Shit yeah it does." The Bull digs up a smile - easier to do with Dorian sounding tired like that, like he needs something worth smiling about - and then his eye darts over the path, all the open space between him and it. He shifts his weight carefully, testing, holds his breath for a couple seconds to make sure he keeps quiet, then shifts his weight back.

"Want to take your staff out again?" he asks like it's not a big deal, like his need isn't a risk that's going to slow them down. Or worse. The need is there whether or not he wants it to be so he might as well try to keep things light, might as well throw Dorian a wink when he says, "I might want to grab it a couple times. I'll let it go if you need to use it. "