"Not for a while," he answers. "They know I have you."
Bull cannot promise that they wouldn't be bothered at all - he knows that someone will have questions eventually. But he also knows (from memories that feel too real, warring alongside others) how much weight his name carries these days. He's always been respected, but that influence has more behind it now.
No one would question his methods. Not yet, anyway.
Bull drapes his towel over the chair and looks through the room. He finds pants for himself and he finds clothes that might fit Dorian. Something soft to sleep in, at least.
Finally he returns to the bed, sitting on the edge of it while Dorian spreads out. "Do you want to stay naked?" he asks, sounding like he certainly won't protest if Dorian insists.
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Bull cannot promise that they wouldn't be bothered at all - he knows that someone will have questions eventually. But he also knows (from memories that feel too real, warring alongside others) how much weight his name carries these days. He's always been respected, but that influence has more behind it now.
No one would question his methods. Not yet, anyway.
Bull drapes his towel over the chair and looks through the room. He finds pants for himself and he finds clothes that might fit Dorian. Something soft to sleep in, at least.
Finally he returns to the bed, sitting on the edge of it while Dorian spreads out. "Do you want to stay naked?" he asks, sounding like he certainly won't protest if Dorian insists.