"Pretty sure the last time I said that was to a dragon we'd just killed," Bull said with a lazy grin. "And I definitely meant it. Dragons."

Dorian probably would have hit him by now. He missed the mage, wished he was here even though he knew he would try to be wildly inappropriate with him. He huffed a laugh.

"I think we'll be alright," he rumbled. His own body calmed down and Bull finally gave in to gravity and flopped onto his back with a quiet grunt.

He stuck his left leg in Geralt's general direction.

"Hey, you got the dexterity to get this thing off right now?"