"Mmhm," he hummed his agreement, or acquiescence. Still, the big Qunari closed the space between them, deliberate in his movement, projecting it rather than attempting any stealth: he was not approaching to continue the fight.

He held Geralt's gaze and gently gripped the back of the witcher's neck. Instead of a full blown headbutt, he leaned down and pushed his forehead against Geralt's, the gesture downright affectionate. He went so far as to close his eye, expressing trust.

A smirk tugged his mouth. "Taarsidath-an halsaam."

Bull chuckled quietly and squeezed Geralt's neck before he released him and stepped back. He gave the witcher his space and sank down by the fire, settling once more with his left leg outstretched.