He looks over at Dorian when he offers to help. "Relax for now, kadan. There will be plenty of chances to take them off and put them on."

Bull gives up on the ropes and instead gets up, sliding out of the rest of his clothes with ease. He sinks into the tub carefully and reaches to pull Dorian against him, intent on holding him. He thinks, briefly, that the ropes will give more for the mage to hold onto, if he's so inclined. He brushes a kiss to Dorian's hair.

"How's the melon?" he asks, quiet and mild. Bull picks up some soap and gently runs it over Dorian's skin.