Bull's request makes sense. It does. But that doesn't stop Dorian from feeling sick all over again at the thought. "I--" he starts somewhat forcefully, but has to stop, breathe, and swallow his pride. "I'm to remain powerless, then?" It sounds too much like a plea to his own ears, and he closes his eyes as Bull works at his collar. To have it off will be a relief, at least. He knows he won't be able to access his magic, not until the magebane wears off, but at least it will be there.

There is another matter as well, as the way he's having some difficulty standing on his own reminds him. "I also haven't eaten for...several days, I think?"