"Yeah," the Bull says with an amused noise, because there's nothing else to do with what's behind that little statement - Dorian, the one expert, not being convinced that he's clear of the taint just yet, the way the waiting isn't over - but to ignore it. Maybe they're going to find out just what it takes to finish Dorian off soon, and maybe they're not. Now's not the time to bring it up. "I was thinking it might be something serious when we were down there, but I should have known you're tougher than that."

"Hey," interrupts Cabot, finished with the soldier a few stools down and now leaning against the table in front of them. His eyes flicker over Dorian; he's definitely at least heard a couple rumours. You wouldn't know it from his voice, though, brusque and abrupt as ever, and the little look and the pause doesn't last longer than an instant before it's business as usual. "You guys just here to take up space, or you gonna order something?"