The chimed response so soon after gets Krem to cringe. He hadn't even seen what Bull had sent and he was still holding his phone out of his reach. "Chief, give it here, I don't need any help. Not your kind anyways."

Bull opens the message and frowns, unsure of what to think of it. "Your baker, is he a prude? Maybe he doesn't like to get dirty. Ah well, I'm sure he'll come around." He finally hands the phone back admidst a chorus of laughter from the boys, Krem's face still burning hot and he looks with horror at what his boss had sent to his...friend.

"Andraste's tits, Chief!" He was going to kill him. All that had come back was haha, and he can't see that as a good sign. He punches Bull in the gut, not even bothering to hold back because he can take it, and he's still laughing despite the initial wheeze. "It's not the end of the world, Krem. Unless you don't like food play, sorry about that."

He gives the other man a very rude hand gesture and sits, turning his chair completely away with the intention of fixing it. A few minutes later, there is a very apologetic text sent while Krem hits his head over and over on the bar.

Chief stole my phone, sorry about that. Really does look good, though I think the icing might get really sticky if you did wear it, haha.

Maker save him.