"Sure. If you were gonna try something, I'd wager you'd have done it already. Does explain why I keep faintly catching the scent though, in close quarters like this." He draws his legs up but only to rest his elbows on his knees. Still relaxed, neither threatening or fleeing. His expression and his words are cautious, but it's more deference to how delicate the situation seems to have become.

"Have you been alone a while?" He asks. "Haven't gotten what you need?" He turns his face away, and for a moment Bull can see the half that might give some idea of how handsome (in a heavy, rustic kind of way) Eskel had once been. His expression is thoughtful, curious. "Makes two of us, kinda."