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Bull didn't often wander into the mage tower, but tomorrow morning was when the Inquisition was heading back to the Hinterlands, to close the fresh rifts that had opened when Corypheus ripped a new Breach into the sky as a challenge to the Inquisitor, and Dorian was not only not coming with them, he also was apparently not even coming out of tower, or the book he was reading to eat dinner.
“If you're going to spend weeks forgetting the world exists outside that thing, you sure you don't want to come for this quick trip, get some exercise? Hate for you to get out of condition even if things are down to politics and rifts.” He folded his arms over his chest, a bit of a grin on his face as he looked down at the handsome Tevinter.
The mage chuckled, but didn't make a move to actually close the book. “If this book has the right information, our Inquisitor may not need to run himself ragged closing what rifts remain all over Thedas- and since it was incredibly difficult to acquire even on loan, with us having to return it to my contacts sooner than I would like-” Dorian quirked a brow, “No, I think the two of you, and everyone else who goes along will have to handle the demons and whatever else is lurking in an otherwise pacified area all by yourselves. But I'm glad to know that I'll be missed so terribly.”
“Well you never know, maybe a new dragon's moved in somewhere,” the warrior grinned, and Dorian groaned, “Hey not likely, but we could get lucky.” Bull moved in closer to the desk, looming over him, but in a very friendly sort of way.
“I will leave that to you and Adaar as much as the tedious demons and bandits, thank you.”
The Tal-Vashoth chuckled, a glint in his eye that briefly almost looked annoyed, “Well since you're so set on all work and no play, may as well say goodbye now, since you're going to stay up over that book until you fall over onto it,” and he laid a big hand on Dorian's shoulder, leaning in for a brief goodbye kiss.
“Don't drag our Inquisitor too far afield looking for fresh dragons, I'd just as soon not be embarrassed by the two of you returning from what's supposed to be an easy trip late, and smelling like burnt eyebrows.”
“Yeah... well, I'll be taking care of him,” and Bull stole another quick kiss, since with Dorian sitting, the usual friendly ass grab or smack was not going to be possible, and then he wandered out, heading not for his room, but the library, nosing about the mage's favored alcove without drawing much attention, since it wasn't like any regular Skyhold residents didn't know how close they were.
Even his going into Dorian's room much much later would hardly have been remarked upon, if anyone had even been in the corridor to notice him.