That barely even requires the pollen. Dorian laughs, lets their foreheads tip together again. "Only twice a day or so on average. The difficult thing is deciding if I want you to attend in all your bare chested glory, or if it would confuse my father more to dress you up."

The possibility exists that Dorian savors every opportunity he gets to make Bull a little fancy, although just in short bursts. He really does like all the gross qunari monster stuff, somewhat less now because those are his inclinations and more somewhere along the line his taste curled itself around Bull like smoke and stuck.

Speaking of wickedness, though, this is maybe about ....two percent pollen induced, the rest is sheer Dorian. If a little more forthright than usual. "There is the secondary dilemma of whether or not we ought to leave my childhood bedroom with some intriguing new memories."

Speaking, also, of ~taking.