Dorian looks up at Bull when he's addressed, quietly enjoying his nearness and the gently goading tone of his voice. "I have no idea what you're talking about," Dorian says archly, but with a quirk of his lips and a brightness in his eyes that belies his words. The both of them had been troublesome children, hadn't they, in their own ways? Though Dorian had been arrogant and combative where Bull was merely mischievous and too smart for his age, from what he knows.

Bull has no issue with touching him in public, even as intimately as this. Dorian has to conclude that it is, therefore, something that others are meant to see. It's still strange for him, but on some level, he actually enjoys it. He's never really gotten to do the performative aspects of a relationship like theirs, even to this extent. They had only recently decided that they were in an actual relationship at all. He wants to reach up, to wrap his arms around Bull's neck, urge him down far enough to kiss him just to feel his smile against this lips. But he refrains. That would be too much, he thinks. No one else in Qunari society does anything of the sort. That the two of them have a sexual relationship at all is odd enough when Qunari are meant to have those needs met by a tamassran. He isn't certain just how far their special status extends.

"Were you that large when you were his age?" Dorian wonders playfully. "No no, never mind--you had to be, to grow so absurdly enormous."