[Bull laughs quietly. He is glad that Krem seems to be getting on okay, and he's more grateful still that, as far as he knows, no one's been an asshole. He misses violence enough that he wouldn't need a lot of convincing to break someone's nose.

He runs his hands over Molly's thighs and pulls her closer, content to feel her warmth against him.]

It is. And Krem knows me almost better than anyone. [His tamassran is an exception. And Dorian... Dorian is on his way to knowing Bull very well. Thinking of the mage has a flicker of sadness flashing across his face. This is exactly why he'd been looking for company in the first place.]

I'm used to being on my own, though. I haven't lived among my people for ten years now. Just humans, elves, and dwarves.

[Bull tips his head to brush a kiss over Molly's shoulder.]