Bull's expression is full of tenderness and admiration as Dorian teases the precocious child asking about his facial hair. He would look at him longer, but there's a clamoring to get higher.

With a quiet grunt he gets down onto his knees. "Only two of you," he warns: the excited little girl and one of her companions rush closer. Bull carefully helps them to his shoulders, insisting the hold onto horns for balance as he gets back up. Despite the old injury to his leg, his ascent is careful and steady; he does it without his hands, as they are busy steadying the children on his shoulders.

Once he's standing, he feels the little girl's feet press into his shoulders as she stands up, too.

"It's so high!" she squeals. The other child, less bold, seems to be holding on for dear life. Bull wonders if he's afraid of heights, and if so, he was terribly brave to try in the first place. Bull dares a look at Dorian, smiling almost shyly due to his indulgence. But how could he say no to them?