I can only imagine what horrors your imagination came up with.
[Her tone is wry but amused -- and in the end, it's not like she disagrees. A pause, and:]
You must feel very lucky, to have your beloved here with you. I saw him with the books, he seems very attentive. That must be lovely. [She means all of it, honestly; Bull is always so happy when he talks about Dorian, she's very glad they both have each other and don't have to go missing the other. She knows all too well what it's like, to be separated from the one you love, here.]