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"I saw his ass though. More than made up for it."

Bull couldn't resist throwing that out there. Sure they hadn't done a damn thing but he wasn't about to just ignore the fact that he'd seen a great bit of ass when Dorian had gone running to the bathroom. The mage might have been hurling everything in his body since the age of twelve but that ass was still a great view.

"They've got pills for the headache by the way."

Just in case Dorian wanted something like that.

"If anyone ever accuses you of having no taste Inqui-...Cyril, then they're about as useful to you as a fart in a shack," Dorian said grinning because of course, he's handsome, Dorian knows a compliment when he hears it, though he's much less prepared to deal with the fact that he hasn't lost his dignity. Surface compliments are one thing, compliments on his quality of manner and self have always been a more complicated issue. In Tevinter it's about as relevant and important as the length of your big toe.

Fortunately Bull has a way of derailing the more complex matters of his personality to his physical attributes.

"Ah, well my ass is the gift that keeps on giving," and he took another sip of his coffee, because what else needed to be said about that? Physically Dorian has his gifts, the only thing his parents had really given him that was worth much of anything at all.

"Oh, even hangover headaches? Just pop in a few pills and be about your day, marvelous!"

Naturally, anything that could alleviate his pains was worth exploring.

"The type of medicine they have here doesn't stop there," Cyril replied, though even just his arm is proof of that. Honestly, even a fraction of the things they had in this city would improve the lives of so many back home.

"I think we have some of those pills. In the bathroom maybe?" After all, painkillers came in handy for aftercare. "I'll go look.

If you want to show Bull that gift again now would be the time." He teased as he got up to go check.

"Yeah. Behind the mirror."

Handy thing really. A nice secret place for pills and stuff behind the mirror. Honestly Bull was loving a lot of the stuff he was running into in this place but that was another thing entirely.

Finishing up his coffee, he rolled his head over to look at Dorian.

"I mean, he's right. If you wanted to show that gift off again then I'm not complaining."

At the suggestion that he show off his assets again, Dorian does his patented half-laugh half-sigh into his coffee mug before taking a bracing sip and then offering Bull a weak grin. He's not as robust as he normally is while in the throes of a hangover.

"I'd love to, but the effort at this point is strenuous," and he's still not properly dressed the way he'd normally be. He can't see himself making the effort to peel himself back out of his clothing only to put them on again, "Press me again when I'm not quite so indisposed and can manage it without potentially falling on my face...that would be a tragedy."

Cyril is careful not to be gone for too long as he goes to get the pills for Dorian. He comes back with the bottle and hands it to Bull for him to open. He has a temporary new hand, but he doesn't want to accidentally spill the pills everywhere trying to open it when he's not used to it yet.

"I hope this helps."

Grabbing the bottle, he had it open right away and held out a couple of the pills after for Dorian to pop with his coffee. Once he had them, he capped the bottle again and set it on the table.

"Hey, remind me to press Dorian again in the future about seeing his ass. Apparently he's letting me have the chance then."

They all knew he didn't need the reminder in the slightest. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to tell Cyril about the conversation.

"If it doesn't help, there's no giving it back...they do say suffering is one of life's great teacher's though," clearly Dorian is not one for learning such lessons, he'll be back on his bullshit soon enough, though hopefully, the alcohol will not be as unexpectedly potent...or spiked. This world makes no such promises.

He does, however, take the pills graciously, pops them and downs the rest of his coffee.

"I could give it to you in writing, make it official if you'd like, a written contract for the pleasure of seeing my ass," he said this flippantly, doubting it would come to that, "though odds are I'll probably be drunk again so who knows."

It seems they had a really interesting conversation while he was gone. His brow raises a bit as Bull explains and Dorian confirms.

"Well if you need a witness to ensure the contract is properly fulfilled I'll be happy to be there," Cyril replies with a soft chuckle. "And in this place, it's easy to get drunk. They have all kinds of festivals here where they give out different drinks for us to try. It happens so often I'm starting to think they're all lushes."

"Usually I'm not big on written contracts because they're too easy to lose. But I think I'll make an exception for this one." He chuckled and then looked over at Cyril. "Instead of witnessing, you wanna let me see yours at the same time? I may only have one eye but it's surprisingly good at multiwatching."

Bull grinned at his little play on words there. He was enjoying himself and how light the mood was now that Dorian wasn't worshiping the toilet.

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