Bull chuckles, low and dirty. "Yeah, not sure that's really much of a dilemma," he points out, since he knows exactly what his answer there is. Doing it where Dorian grew up is exactly kinky enough for him to want it.

Speaking of, though. He presses a brief, rough kiss to Dorian's pliant mouth, strokes behind his ear. "You know," he says, with the solemnity of bad news, "If you try and take these off," he tugs lightly at the sleeve of Dorian's suit, "You got a really limited time left to live." So between that and the absolute lack of privacy in the desert they might have to behave themselves here. Which is terrible because the more Dorian admits his true feelings the more Bull wants to — well.