They walked straight to her quarters, and Bull couldn't quite believe it. He hadn't warned her, riding the bull was no small feat, she had no idea. Ophelia sat heavily on the edge of her bed, pulling her shoes off with her feet before offering Bull a seat, too. "I would offer the chair, but somehow I don't think that ass of yours will fit." Bull chuckled at her comment, and sat down on the bed next to her, leaving some room between them, he could see her eyelids were heavy, but she kept them open, as wide as she could probably manage.

"So… why are we here?" Bull asked, not wanting to presume.

"To explain my situation, I have to talk about my sex life, and I'll be damned if I talk about it in a room filled with strangers. Oh, you thought we were going to- Soon, I have to mentally prepare myself for that," She said, nodding towards his crotch. This girl is good, Bull thought. "So, Zev and I, we love each other, right? But we also love sex, a lot, and we don't see each other a great deal, so we agreed that sex could be sought out if we desired it, for pleasure, nothing more. We know that we will always return to each other,"

"That's a practical attitude, I like this guy,"

"Oh, and he would like you too, I can tell," Ophelia smiled wickedly, lustfully, as she spoke. "It's too bad he isn't here, really, this would be fun for the three of us."

"I really like this guy." Bull replied, feeling his body tensing slightly.

"Because he enjoys the company of men and women? Then you'll like me even more," She giggled, not noticing Bull moving over, closing the gap between them, only noticing the heat radiating off his body. She closed her eyes and leaned into his torso, next to his body heat, she felt cold, almost unnaturally. He put an arm around her, she didn't seem to mind.

"So you appreciate women too, then?"

"I do a whole lot more than just appreciate them."

"I knew there was too much affection in the way you were looking at that elf."

"You mean Luciana? Yes, we've known each other almost twenty years now, scary when you think about it, I'm not even thirty. We were lovers, back in the Ferelden Circle, before the world went completely to shit, but then she left, and it did go to shit, for me anyway. She left, I was accused of helping a blood mage, conscripted to the Grey Wardens and then thrown into the blight, became a blood mage and resented myself for it, resented myself for a lot of things really. Life got better with Zev, he helped me more than I would ever care to admit. You see, before I met him, I'd only ever had sex with Luciana, and Cullen once, that was funny. Awkward, but funny. I was so inexperienced, you know? And he wasn't, he grew up in a whorehouse, and he took no shame in explaining precisely how to pleasure a man, top to bottom. If I do say so myself, I'm a good lay. A fucking fantastic lay." Her words spilt out, almost uncontrollably, all the while her eyes still closed.

"I'm looking forward to it, but I must warn you, as much as you think you know what you're in for, you really don't know what you're in for." Bull said, his thumb absentmindedly stroking her arm. His words fell on empty ears, for he heard the soft breaths that came with slumber, Ophelia had fallen asleep on him. He chuckled before gently picking her up and placing her flat on her bed. Behind him he heard the sound of metal, something small, clattering to the floor. He looked down and saw a ring with a small red stone the colour of blood set in the middle, he could see the magic within it, swirling ever so slightly, he placed it on her bedside table. He debated staying to keep an eye on her, and decided against it, instead vowing to return early in the morning, knowing that her head would be pounding more than usual. He would ask Stitches for poultice, or potion, he could never remember which, that was given to his Chargers when they'd been drinking heavily and had a job the next day, which happened to be most days. He also wanted to see if Ophelia remembered any of their conversation, to make sure they were on the same page, the Bull was not one to take advantage of those who had shown interest in him.

Bull returned the next day, having fallen asleep immediately after collapsing on his bed. The new sun was still rising in the sky as he made his way to Ophelia's room, it was still early. He had retrieved the potion from a reluctant Stitches, who told Bull that she could, in fact, drink it, unlike the poultices that Bull kept drinking, regardless of the countless times he had been told not to.

He opened the door and walked through, turning his head slightly so his horns didn't catch on the sides. He looked across at her bed, expecting to find her sleeping figure, still dead to the world. But she wasn't there. Bull's first instinct wasn't to panic, but he was concerned, to say the least. Before he could move any further from the doorway, he heard the sounds of vomiting emanating from the door the other side of the room, her bathroom, his concern washed away, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. However, the concern returned when she emerged through the doorway, her legs shaking, hands trembling. At some point in the night she had ditched her outfit, and was stood in her smallclothes, in any other instance he would have taken pleasure from the sight, but she had a sheen across her body, she was drenched in sweat. Confusion swept over Bull, was this really just a reaction to the drink? He looked at her face, the natural paleness had shifted into a sickly pallor,

"Where the fuck is it?" She asked herself, the frustration and panic clear in her voice, she took one step, her legs barely holding herself upright. She was close enough to the bed to fall onto it, sitting down on the edge. "I was wearing it yesterday; did I drop it? I can't have lost it, I can't. It's a ring, for fuck sake! I would have noticed-" Her words cut off, Bull moved towards the bedside table, where he had placed a ring last night, Ophelia can't have looked all that hard, but given her state of mind it didn't really surprise him. He picked the ring up, looking miniscule in the large pads of his fingers, he began to walk round the other side of the bed, surprised that Ophelia still hadn't noticed his presence in the room, he wasn't exactly easy to miss. As he turned around the other side of the bed, he saw the Ophelia was now holding a small knife in her right hand, and had a welling red line on her left forearm.

"Katoh! What are you doing?" Bull exclaimed, his voice booming loudly, Ophelia jumped, a small noise of surprise escaping her mouth as she did, the knife clattered to the ground. "The ring, I have the ring, it fell off last night when you fell asleep, I put it on the bedside table." He continued, thrusting his arm forward, extending the ring so it was within her grasp. A shaky hand reached out and took it gently from his fingers, her slender ones dwarfed by his own. She slipped it back on the middle finger of her left hand, after she did, the red line began to disappear from her arm, the only evidence left a small red droplet that had begun to make its way towards the ground. She wiped the droplet off with her thumb, before then wiping that on the side of the dark bed linen. "What was that for?"

"Despite Varric giving me the nickname the Maleficar, I don't like to use blood magic, never have. The ring, it acts as a ward. You see, blood magic drains you if it isn't used and put into practice, and as I don't, it weakens me. The only way to prevent it is by using the magic, and I only use a minor spell when necessary, when the weakness becomes too much. This ring prevents me from needing to use it, and normally when I take it off there aren't any negative effects, but with the Calling, I don't know. It's different." She spoke, offering an explanation, and wiping some of the sweat from her forehead.

"Wouldn't it be better to put the magic into an earring? You have only have one, and you know there's no chance of it falling out." Bull suggested.

"Why didn't I think of that?" She replied, smiling weakly. "These aren't easy to enchant, but I think it'll be worth it." She closed her eyes, pressing two fingers to her temple and rubbing slightly.

"Oh! Right, I brought you this." He said, holding out the potion from Stitches, "It should help with the headache."

"Thank you. You keep doing things for me, I don't know how to repay you."

"I can think of a few ways," He said, a devious smirk spreading across his lips. Ophelia's cheeks warmed, the colour returning to them at Bull's remark. "So you remember our conversation last night then?" She nodded sheepishly.

"Are you travelling with the Inquisitor today?" She asked quietly.

"No, not today."

"Would you mind staying? I don't feel like being alone right now." Her gaze was directed at her feet, her pride was nowhere to be seen right now, Bull could tell.

"It would be a pleasure, my lady." His reply assured her, her gaze once more returning to his face, this time accompanied with a wide smile.

They didn't leave the room all day. They talked for hours, Ophelia beginning to feel in better health. If she closed her eyes, it was almost as if Zev was there, too. Zev really will love him, she thought contentedly. He really will.