"Yes. You have control over them, not either of the factions." Bull trusts that more. He tips his head down and rests his brow against Dorian's and he lets his eye close. He thought he could be done with things like this. He left the Ben-Hassrath, the Qunari, and he'd started to carve out a life that felt like his own.

But here he is, in a role he has not chosen but that has been given to him because someone knows what he is capable of. Hissrad. Bull's hand smooths over Dorian's back, offering what comfort he can.

"I need you to be safe," he murmurs, voice nearly lost between them.