For a moment, Dorian does, in fact, nearly offer to bring the Bull his drinks.
(Which would be at least a little funny, he thinks. He can practically hear his ancestors screeching at him from beyond the Veil at the impropriety of it all.)
But the Bull changes topics on him, and reflexively, Dorian touches his temple. The bruising is not quite as vivid, these days; in the days immediately after leaving the Deep Roads, it had been a little unsightly. There's absolutely little to be thankful for in his situation, but a small part of him is glad his vanity was spared, at least for a little while.
"A few draughts of elfroot potion saw to the worst of it." He flashes the other man a wan smile. "It'll take far more than a little bump to the head to finish me off, I think."
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(Which would be at least a little funny, he thinks. He can practically hear his ancestors screeching at him from beyond the Veil at the impropriety of it all.)
But the Bull changes topics on him, and reflexively, Dorian touches his temple. The bruising is not quite as vivid, these days; in the days immediately after leaving the Deep Roads, it had been a little unsightly. There's absolutely little to be thankful for in his situation, but a small part of him is glad his vanity was spared, at least for a little while.
"A few draughts of elfroot potion saw to the worst of it." He flashes the other man a wan smile. "It'll take far more than a little bump to the head to finish me off, I think."