[Bull smiles when Dorian has a seat, not just because he's brought drinks, but because it's always nice to see a friendly face when things are fucking in your head.

When that face is as pretty at Dorian's, it's better. He nods his thanks at the drink, finishing off the one he's already bought for himself before just refilling his mug.]

Thanks. And look, I've seen your magic crap. I don't think this was magic. One moment, some fresh corpse is ripping some poor sap's throat out, the next, he's pulling himself off the floor...like a creepy ass puppet. These...things, they weren't people anymore, they moved weird, jerking like, you know? Like...something was moving them, but whatever it was had no idea how a body works. It only wanted one thing: meat. And it didn't care where it came from.