"You're important," Dorian surmises, making the connection even as he drifts. But he doesn't dwell on the thought. He's exhausted. Sleep has eluded him for too long, and he only now feels he might have a real chance at it.

No doubt they'll return to that topic when Dorian is more himself.

Bull's question, however, prompts a swift answer. "Yes," he decides at once. "You're more than enough to keep me warm." And the thought of anything else restricting his body at the moment--even soft, loose cloth--is an unappealing one. This is how he prefers to sleep normally, anyway, provided he isn't spending the night in a tent.