Bull's grin grows and he gives the neckline of Eskel's shirt a sharp tug, tearing it and then pulling to one side so the shirt starts falling off Eskel's shoulder. "Nice," Bull says appreciatively, looking over the newly bared skin. His other hand tightens its grip and he pulls a little, wanting to see if Eskel will move his head back with the movement or fight him on it. "You can try to tear mine too, you know. If you start getting impatient."