Dorian's heart sinks, but he understands well the severity of their situation, even vague and fleeting as his thoughts still are. Bull's expression alone would convey it. For his sake, he'll accept his circumstances.

Leaning toward Bull now that the collar is gone--a weight lifted in several senses--he considers the offer. Honestly, the thought of eating anything at all right now isn't appealing, despite the hunger he knows his body must be feeling. But he knows that he should. And more than that, it will make Bull feel better. "A bit," he allows. "Nothing too sweet. I think I'd just be sick."

He has one more request to make. Dizzy, he presses a hand to Bull's chest to support himself. "But before that--" It's ridiculous, isn't it, that he feels apprehensive asking this? "Kiss me?"