What a damn show. Bull watched the mage semi-fail at putting on clothes from where he was leaning. Though, he had to admit, it gave a nice view of that shapely ass. One he wouldn't mind thrusting into sometime.

A thought for later.

Pushing away from the wall, he walked over to him and actually reached out to smooth his hair down. "Yeah, you're pretty again. Come on. You're gonna want that coffee."

Nodding, he led the way out to the other room where he stopped to give Cyril a quick kiss before plopping his ass into a chair. He looked thoroughly pleased with himself as he waited for the mage to come stumbling in next.

"Nice arm," he said to the little Elf.