There we are. Bull leans his head back even more, aiming his amused grin up at the ceiling as his tail flicks over his thigh again, idly. "'Reeks', huh? You say that like it's a bad thing. I bet if more people could smell like you, they'd be into it."

Funny, that the tail and the legs weren't the giveaway he'd assumed they were - not in the direction he was expecting, anyway. The pants probably help, make it hard to tell how far up the fur goes. Looks like he picked a good day to keep the skirt put away.

"So, is that all this tent smells like? Just like a succubus? Cause that doesn't sound that distinct to me. I mean, weird, yeah, but-" He shrugs.

"Maybe I just had a bunch of friends in here helping me pass the time." But the last thing he wants is to risk a witcher thinking he might get ambushed by a monster he doesn't know is there, start getting twitchy, so Bull doesn't let that one sit for long. "I don't but, you know. If you were someone else hunting me, you wouldn't know that."