"I hate to ask it of you," he says quietly as the collar slips off. "I won't keep dosing you, kadan. And I can't keep you from using magic. But I can beg you to be careful."

There will be eyes everywhere, especially on Dorian. The moment anyone suspects him capable of even a hint of magic--

Bull knows how violently it will end, for both of them.

He winces at the mention of eating - how could he have forgotten? He leans down to brush a tender kiss to Dorian's shoulder.

"Do you think you can handle some fruit?"