Bull chuckles at little at Tony's description. "If they expect a dumb brute of a Vashoth mercenary, give them that. Then, a dagger in their back, or keeping track of all their movements. You're not going to stop everything they say about you, find a way to work it to your advantage. You are smarter than they are anyway."He gives Dorian a smile with just a hint of danger behind it. "Even a peacock got a beak and claws after all."

He looks at Tony. "Merchant of Death? Oh I know people who'd like to meet you." But he isn't going to let them. No way. Par Vollen is no place for Tony. The arm tightens slightly around Tony, protective.