Scars are a good thing in Bull's mind. It means that you have survived whatever the world threw at you and that is a good thing. He knows it to be true because of the amount of scars that riddle his own large body. They are there, covering his chest, his back and every other part of him. Some of them are silver and some of them are fresh. But they are all signs that he has survived.

"Trust me, if you could see some of the shit the Vints come up with, you would be horrified." He pauses. "They are people from my world. Trust me, you're better of not knowing."

Okay, so Dorian isn't that bad but that is not the point right now.

He looks down at the spiky lizards, nodding. "Which ones would you pick?"