Iron Bull/Dialogue

Iron Bull's dialogue contains a list of conversations he has with his companions.

Iron Bull's remarks

 * (Encountering a magic torch or magic runes) Urmph.....
 * (Encountering a magic torch or magic runes) Weapon enchantment. All right, nice going with the weird magic fire.
 * (In an area that can be searched) Let's look around.

Combat comments
Kills an enemy
 * One down!
 * Next!

Enemies spotted
 * Trouble up front!

Low Health
 * Need a little help here!

Location comments

 * (Storm Coast) Reminds me of Seheron, only colder.
 * (Emerald Graves) Lotta good lumber here going to waste.
 * (At Silver Falls in the Emerald Graves) Big, gushing streams. I'm starting to feel inadequate.
 * (Arbor Wilds) Now that's a view. Gets your blood going.
 * (Wolf Hollow in the Hinterlands, during Trouble with Wolves) If I was a crazy demon-wolf, I'd lair up in a nice cave like that one.

Iron Bull and Blackwall

 * Iron Bull: Something's funny about you.
 * Blackwall: Oh?
 * Iron Bull: Yeah. You talk about Grey Wardens and honor and sacrifice and griffons, but you're still not convinced.
 * Blackwall: Not convinced?
 * Iron Bull: Yes, you know what I mean.
 * Blackwall: And you know this because?
 * Iron Bull: I'm a people person.


 * Iron Bull: You know one thing I miss about Par Vollen? Bananas.
 * Iron Bull: They're bigger. Less squishy. And bendier.
 * Blackwall: You're talking about the fruit, right?
 * Blackwall: Please, tell me you're talking about the fruit.


 * Iron Bull: Hey Blackwall. What's the most limbs you've cut off something in one swing?
 * Blackwall: For the Wardens, battle is a sacred duty, a vigil kept to guard the world against destruction. It's not a game.
 * Iron Bull: Right. Same here.
 * Blackwall: Do heads count?
 * Iron Bull: Heads absolutely count.
 * Blackwall: Then... three.
 * Iron Bull: Nice! Down on the collarbone and through, right?  That's how I get the good ones.


 * Iron Bull: You're good with that sword!
 * Blackwall: Thanks.
 * Iron Bull: I see all that time on your own has given you a firm grip.


 * Iron Bull: Blackwall.
 * Blackwall: Iron Bull.
 * Iron Bull: We could fight crime.
 * Blackwall: Isn't that exactly what we're doing, right this minute, more or less?
 * Iron Bull: Oh, uh... yeah.


 * Blackwall: Have you ever tried adding headbutts into your fighting technique?
 * Iron Bull: Oh, yes. Tried it a few times. No luck.
 * Blackwall: Too easy for enemies to defend against?
 * Iron Bull: A little. I'm big enough that I have to lean down to make it work on most people. You see it coming.
 * Iron Bull: I did it once with the Chargers, though. Got a Vint on each horn.
 * Blackwall: Nicely done.
 * Iron Bull: Yes. Except for the part where they were both hanging from my head yelling for the rest of the fight.
 * Blackwall: (Laughs.) Point taken. So to speak.


 * Blackwall: You sacrificed your own men.
 * Iron Bull: I'm Qunari. We don't flinch from duty.
 * Blackwall: Your men trusted you. You betrayed that trust when you left them to die.
 * Iron Bull: No.
 * Blackwall: No?
 * Iron Bull: Two key differences between you and me, Rainier.
 * Iron Bull: First, I didn't kill a wagon full of kids.
 * Iron Bull: My men were holding a position to secure an objective. I mourn their loss and honor their sacrifice.
 * Iron Bull: And second, I'm proud of who I am. I hope that's not a problem for you.
 * Blackwall: Not unless you ask me to hold a hill, Qunari.

(This part only happens if the conversation occurs after Blackwall's personal quest. Otherwise, it goes straight to "I'd rather fight for a cause.")
 * Iron Bull: You could've been one of the Chargers, Blackwall. You’ve got the stature, the attitude...
 * Blackwall: And you'd be my boss.
 * Iron Bull: Hey, I’m a great boss. I’m a firm believer in “No-Pants Fridays."
 * Blackwall: And a mercenary. I'm done with that part of my life.
 * Iron Bull: Why? Because you're better now? Because there's something wrong with working for gold?
 * Iron Bull: Think about my guys. They're honest with themselves.
 * Iron Bull: You could have learned that lesson.
 * Blackwall: I’d rather fight for a cause.
 * Iron Bull: Hey, “No-Pants Fridays” is a cause.


 * Iron Bull: Now, isn't this better? Getting the burden of that lie off your chest?
 * Blackwall: And exchanging it for the burden of everyone hating me?
 * Blackwall: Yes, so much better.
 * Iron Bull: Hey, I don’t hate you. You and me? We’re good.
 * Iron Bull: Now that you know who you are, you can stop doubting yourself and start hitting crap again.
 * Blackwall: Why don't we hit a few bottles first, eh?


 * Iron Bull: I used to think it was just me who thought that you humans all look alike.
 * Blackwall: And now?
 * Iron Bull: Clearly, you guys can't tell each other apart either.
 * Iron Bull: How the crap did you live as some other guy for all those years?
 * Blackwall: I grew a beard.
 * Iron Bull: (Laughs.) Really? Puts some hair on your face and no one can tell who you are anymore?
 * Iron Bull: That's some disguise, big guy.
 * Blackwall: And I didn't talk to anyone for months at the time.
 * Iron Bull: Alright. That probably helped.


 * Iron Bull: Hey Blackwall. What would your ideal blade be forged from?
 * Blackwall: Well, many famous Warden blades were made from Silverite. It seems to work well on Darkspawn.
 * Blackwall: And you? Clearly a man who enjoys a good blade. Bloodstone, perhaps?
 * Iron Bull: Nah, Bloodstone's great at holding an edge, but that sharpness leads to brittle.
 * Iron Bull: You may not have noticed, but I'm not a finesse fighter. I guess I'd go with Dawnstone.
 * Blackwall: Dawnstone? That's even more brittle than Bloodstone.
 * Iron Bull: Yes. Really damn pretty, though.
 * Blackwall: It's pink.
 * Iron Bull: It's PRETTY.


 * Iron Bull: Hey, Furrows.
 * Blackwall: What? Me?
 * Iron Bull: Yes. Furrows between the eyes. Moping. Lost in your own issues.
 * Blackwall: Can't a man think without being judged for it?
 * Iron Bull: I'm not judging. I was gonna say you're pretty good at it.
 * Iron Bull: I can't pull that off.
 * Blackwall: A tragedy, for sure.
 * Iron Bull: And I mean, if you're going to brood, you might as well reap the benefits.
 * Blackwall: What benefits?
 * Iron Bull: The ladies.
 * Blackwall: (Sighs.)

Iron Bull and Cassandra
(If the Inquisitor romanced Cassandra.) (If the Inquisitor romanced Iron Bull.) (Otherwise)
 * Iron Bull: That was some solid work back there, Seeker.
 * Cassandra: You, as well.
 * Iron Bull: The way you backhanded that guy with your shield and then damn near chopped him in half?
 * Iron Bull: You and the boss should use that between the sheets.
 * Cassandra: How do you know we haven't already?
 * Iron Bull: Hah.
 * Iron Bull: Any chance I could have the boss borrow your armor later? For, uh, personal reasons.
 * Cassandra: No.
 * Iron Bull: I'd clean it after.
 * Cassandra: Absolutely not.
 * Iron Bull: (Frustrated Sigh.)
 * Iron Bull: Hey, are you as turned on as I am right now?
 * Cassandra: Am I what?
 * Iron Bull: That's probably impossible anyway.


 * Iron Bull: Rah... that's some good armor.
 * Cassandra: Are you referring to me?
 * Iron Bull: Some high-ranking women wore ornamental crap with tits hammered into it. One good shot, and all that cleavage gets knocked right into the sternum. Real messy. Good on you for going practical.
 * Cassandra: I aim to please.
 * Iron Bull: Leave something to the imagination too.

(If the Inquisitor romanced Iron Bull.) (Otherwise)
 * Iron Bull: You know, Seeker, your style doesn't have to be so defensive.
 * Cassandra: Excuse me?
 * Iron Bull: You've got armor. Let 'em scratch the paint a bit. You can wind up for a shot that will really their bell. Some part of you wants to just cut loose. I can feel the frustration in your swings.
 * Cassandra: How odd, since I'm feeling so much less frustrated as of late.
 * Iron Bull: Hah. I'd offer to help you get rid of that frustration but, you know... I'm in a committed relationship.
 * Cassandra: Unlucky me.
 * Iron Bull: If you need any help with that frustration back in camp, let me know.
 * Cassandra: It's never going to happen.
 * Iron Bull: Apologies for giving offense. I will stop making invitations, Seeker.
 * Cassandra: I was not offended. Nor did I say you should stop, so long as we both clear it's never happening.
 * Iron Bull: Works for me.


 * Cassandra: You'd feel far more if I actually hit you.
 * Iron Bull: Ah, that's right! Let it out...


 * Cassandra: I enjoy fighting at your side, Bull.
 * Iron Bull: Same here, Seeker.
 * Cassandra: But I will also enjoy returning to the base and sinking slowly into a steaming hot bath, sprinkled with rose petals.
 * Iron Bull: Oh, now you're just being mean! I mean, roses! Who has sex smelling like roses? Violets, or a nice fresh Japani, maybe.
 * Cassandra: (Laughs.)


 * Iron Bull: Put some horns on you, you make a pretty good Qunari.
 * Cassandra: I'm not certain that's a compliment.


 * Iron Bull: You know, the Ben-Hassrath are a lot like your Seekers, Cassandra.
 * Cassandra: I highly doubt that.
 * Iron Bull: Maintaining justice in the ranks, operating under a veil of secrecy, investigating corruption and threats to the order, and you deal with it all so quietly. Most people never notice.
 * Cassandra: Interesting, though we do not break the minds of our prisoners.
 * Iron Bull: Well, keep at it! You guys will get there.


 * Iron Bull: Sorry about your seekers. It's tough when the ones who watch over us abuse that authority.
 * Cassandra: Yes, it is.
 * Iron Bull: Always happen though. Nobody can handle secrets all day long without it getting to them.
 * Cassandra: How do the Ben-Hassraths deal with such problem?
 * Iron Bull: If the problem small they turn a blind eye. Like I said, it happens.
 * Cassandra: And if it too large to ignore?
 * Iron Bull: How do you think I ended up here?


 * Iron Bull: So, Seeker, seems you have a thing for Qunari men after all.
 * Cassandra: Certain ones...
 * Iron Bull: There you go again, Seeker, getting an eye full of inquisibutt.
 * Cassandra: I don't know what you're talking about.


 * Iron Bull: He's not just an object to quench your desires, Cass. Make sure you undress him with your eyes... respectfully.
 * Inquisitor: I'm sorry, what are you two talking about?
 * Iron Bull: Your naked body. Well, I'm talking about it. Cassandra's just glaring and turning red.
 * Inquisitor: Respectfully? That's crazy talk!
 * Iron Bull: Well then, go wild you two!
 * Inquisitor: Knock it off, Bull.
 * Iron Bull: Fine, fine... but she started it, all doe-eyed and crap. See, now he's ignoring us. You've offended him.
 * Cassandra: (Sighs.)

(If Bull and Dorian are together.) (If the Inquisitor romanced Iron Bull.) (If the Inquisitor sided with the Qun during the Demands of the Qun quest) (If the Inquisitor sided with Iron Bull during the Demands of the Qun quest) (If the Inquisitor sided with Iron Bull during the Demands of the Qun quest)
 * Cassandra: So, Bull, about Dorian...
 * Iron Bull: Yes, it's true.
 * Dorian: By all means let us discuss this together.
 * Cassandra: If... you're both pleased...
 * Dorian: I'm happy, he's happy, everyone's happy.
 * Iron Bull: Oh... you're happy...
 * Dorian: (Sighs.)
 * Cassandra: (Laughs.)
 * Iron Bull: Jealous, Seeker?
 * Cassandra: Jealous? Of Dorian?
 * Iron Bull: Who wouldn't be. Look at these horns.
 * Cassandra: I... see them.
 * Iron Bull: Yes, I know, right? Feel the envy.
 * Cassandra: You are aware his/her room has a lock, Bull?
 * Iron Bull: Sure.
 * Cassandra: Some people might find that useful. In future.
 * Iron Bull: I rather focus on--
 * Cassandra: Yes. I'm sure the room and its... contents... are very distracting. Thank you.


 * Iron Bull: So, you ever letting Blackwall off the hook, Seeker?
 * Cassandra: He is a coward who abandoned his men. A man who wishes to atone but lies to do so.
 * Iron Bull: Alright? So that's a no.
 * Inquisitor: I chose to take him back. End of story.
 * Cassandra: I cannot help but feel as I do.
 * Iron Bull: Sure you could. You won't, but you could.
 * Inquisitor: (Sigh.) She's not going to change her mind, Bull.
 * Cassandra: Not due to pestering, that's certain.
 * Inquisitor: Blackwall isn't even here to defend himself.
 * Iron Bull: Not that he would.
 * Cassandra: He cannot. Let us leave it at that.


 * Iron Bull: Cullen's got some of those trebuchets from the siege back at Skyhold. Hey, Seeker, think he'd mind if I borrow one? Just for an hour or two.
 * Cassandra: Why do you need a trebuchet?
 * Iron Bull: Krem sews a bit; he made these stuffed nugs with wings. I wanna see how far they can fly...
 * Cassandra: I... don't think that's an appropriate use of the Inquisition's resources.
 * Iron Bull: See? This is why you're not in charge of morale.


 * Cassandra: I am surprised you accept fighting at a woman's side, Bull. I understood Qunari women didn't fight.
 * Iron Bull: If a Qunari women really wants to fight and has a gift for it, she becomes an Aqun-athlok. The Aqun-athlok joins the warriors and is treated as a male. He becomes... a guy, for all intents and purposes.
 * Cassandra: But she wouldn't physically become male, surely!
 * Iron Bull: Doesn't matter. In the Qun, your role is everything.
 * Cassandra: And... do you think of me as male, then?
 * Iron Bull: Depends. In... or out of your armor?

(If Sera is also in the group.)
 * Iron Bull: Hey, Seeker, if I hit a guy high while you go low, you think we could get him to flip?
 * Cassandra: Flip?
 * Iron Bull: Yes. Ass over tea kettle, you know.
 * Sera: (Laughs.) Arse-Kettle.


 * Cassandra: I... suppose that could be done?
 * Iron Bull: I'm always wanted to get a guy to flip!


 * Iron Bull: Your family's full of dragon hunters, Seeker?
 * Cassandra: It's something of a legacy.
 * Iron Bull: So, when you face a dragon, does it get your heart pumping? Do you breathe a little faster, feel the blood racing?
 * Cassandra: What's the alternative? Relax and let it kill us?
 * Iron Bull: (Laughs.) No, seriously.
 * Cassandra: I... feel no great calling in my blood. Sorry to disappoint.
 * Iron Bull: Damn...


 * Iron Bull: So I hear you saved the last Divine from a dragon assault!
 * Cassandra: (Sighs.) Yes, in my youth. With help.
 * Iron Bull: Nice.
 * Cassandra: You're not going to press for the details?
 * Iron Bull: Nah... I can see you don't want to talk about it. Bet you look good doing it, though.
 * Cassandra: (Laughs.)


 * Cassandra: That move you performed in our last fight was well executed, Bull. I'm impressed.
 * Iron Bull: Thank you, Seeker. I'd be happy to teach you.
 * Cassandra: If you had done it in our last sparring match, you might have won.
 * Iron Bull: (Laughs.) Then it's time for a rematch...

Iron Bull and Cole

 * Cole: The Iron Bull, do you ever worry about a demon standing to your left where your eye can't see?
 * Iron Bull: Well, I do now.
 * Iron Bull: So Cole, you're a spirit...demon...thing?
 * Cole: Yes. And you're The Iron Bull, afraid of demons.
 * Iron Bull: Not fond of 'em, no. But you and I are fine as long as you don't do any weird crap.
 * Cole: Lying awake, sheets soaked in sweat, afraid to call the tamassrans. Shadows make shapes in the dark.
 * Cole: If it gets in my head, how do I cut it out? Itching, shaking, tears slide cold down my cheeks. "Tama, I'm scared."
 * Iron Bull: Yeah, weird crap like that? Pretty much what I meant.


 * Cole: I like your horns, the Iron Bull.
 * Cole: But they're dragon horns, not bull horns. You could have named yourself the Iron Dragon.
 * Iron Bull: Oh, shit. That would have been better.


 * Cole: Barman laughs. Slides the drink over. Tankard in view the whole time, no chance poison was added. Blade at his waist. Club under the bar. Moves with training, mercenary or guard. Use that if I have to.
 * Iron Bull: Yeah. I go for the shoulder, a shot he trained to take on the armor. But, since he's a barman now and not a merc, he bleeds, flinches, and I trap the arm and break his neck.
 * Cole: Why, The Iron Bull?
 * Iron Bull: I didn't do it, kid. It was just idle thought, in case it came up.
 * Cole: Do you think about how to kill everyone you meet?
 * Iron Bull: Do you not?

(If the Inquisitor sided with Iron Bull during the Demands of the Qun quest)


 * Cole: The Iron Bull, a woman in the last village wanted you to pick her up and take her clothes off.
 * Iron Bull: Most people do.
 * Cole: In her mind, you were very big.
 * Iron Bull: Well, that's flattering.


 * Cole: When we fight, you make them not people. So their death doesn't stick to you.
 * Iron Bull: Yes. Picked that up in Seheron. Got to keep it separate. Out here, anything could be a threat. You kill for the team, no questions asked.
 * Cole: I see it: a wall of wounds. Nothing on this side has a family.
 * Iron Bull: When we're at the tavern, or back home, it goes back to normal. People get to be people again.
 * Cole: What if someone attacks you in a tavern?
 * Iron Bull: That's when shit gets messed up.

(If the Inquisitor romanced Iron Bull.)
 * Cole: S/he almost says the word sometimes. Katoh. S/he tastes it in her/his mouth, sweet release a breath away, tongue tying it tenderly like you tie her/him. But s/he doesn't. For you, and for her/him because it makes it mean more. A fuller feeling, a brighter burst.
 * Iron Bull: Yeah. (Coughs). How's s/he feel about you saying this in front of everybody?
 * Inquisitor: Bull and I are consenting adults, and there's nothing wrong with what we choose to do in bed.
 * Cole: Not just in bed. Sometimes it's up against the wall. Once on the war table.
 * Dorian: (Laughs).
 * Blackwall: I look forward to informing Cullen.

Iron Bull and Dorian

 * Iron Bull: Better hike up your skirt, mage boy.
 * Dorian: I'm not wearing a skirt.
 * Iron Bull: You trip on that bustling whatever, don't come crying to me.


 * Dorian: We have a Ben-Hassrath with us? A spy. An actual Qunari spy.
 * Dorian: That doesn't strike anyone as a bad thing?
 * Iron Bull: Says the Vint. When we're fighting Vints.
 * Dorian: That's... not a terrible point. Okay.


 * Dorian: I hope it doesn't bother you to travel alongside a "Vint," Iron Bull.
 * Iron Bull: That what you are? You people all kind of look the same to me.
 * Dorian: I'm also a mage. Would you prefer me bound and leashed?
 * Iron Bull: I'd buy you dinner first.
 * Dorian: Hopefully before you sewed my mouth shut.
 * Iron Bull: Depends how much you keep yapping.


 * Dorian: Nothing at all, Bull? No trouble having a "Vint" behind you?
 * Iron Bull: Hope you like the view.
 * Dorian: You can't deny you enjoy butchering my people.
 * Iron Bull: Hey, butchering implies I'm gonna eat 'em. Most Vints are just gristle and fat in a red wine marinade.
 * Dorian: Well, that much is true.
 * Iron Bull: I guess the Vints will be pissed with you after warning everyone at Haven.
 * Dorian: Not that my warning did much good.
 * Iron Bull: Didn't see any rebel mages coming to do it.
 * Dorian: There is that. The ones who didn't join the Venatori either ran off or were killed.
 * Iron Bull: Ah, see? Good on you.  Way to join the underdogs.
 * Dorian: I'm thrilled, really.


 * Iron Bull: That staff is in pretty good shape, Dorian.
 * Iron Bull: You spend a lot of time polishing it?
 * Dorian: (groans).


 * Dorian: Why is it always so cold? How do you southerners stand it?
 * Iron Bull: What's the matter? Not enough slaves around to rub your footsies?
 * Dorian: My footsies are freezing, thank you.

(If neither is in a romance with the Inquisitor.)
 * Iron Bull: I'm just saying, Dorian, you carry around this picture of the qunari in your mind. Like you see us as this forbidden, terrible thing, and you're inclined to do the forbidden.
 * Dorian: I have no idea what you're talking about.
 * Iron Bull: All I'm saying is, you ever want to explore that, my door's always open.
 * Dorian: You are impossible! This is—(frustrated sound)!
 * Iron Bull: Good! I like that energy. Stoke those fires, big guy!

(If neither is in a romance with the Inquisitor.)
 * Iron Bull: So, Dorian, about last night...
 * Dorian: (Sighs.) Discretion isn't your thing, is it?
 * Iron Bull: Three times! Also, do you want your silky underthings back, or did you leave those like a token? Or... wait, did you "forget" them so you'd have an excuse to come back? You sly dog!
 * Dorian: If you choose to leave your door unlocked like a savage, I may or may not come.
 * Iron Bull: Speak for yourself.

Iron Bull and Sera

 * Iron Bull: Sera, I had a thought. The next time we run into a line of enemies, I'll pick you up and throw you.
 * Sera: Get off.
 * Iron Bull: No! This could work! I loft you over the front rank, and you land behind them to flank ... mayhem ensues.
 * Sera: I can't fly, you daft tit!
 * Iron Bull: Think of the mayhem, Sera! Mayhem.
 * Sera: I'd get a wedge-up something fierce!
 * Iron Bull: Look, you and Varric are the only ones small enough and he's... pretty dense.
 * Varric: Ouch! (If he's in the party)
 * Sera: Well, do some bloody presses!

(Only occurs if the Inquisitor is not a female Qunari.)
 * Sera: Bull, you like overthinking, right? I’ve got an idea.
 * Iron Bull: Alright. Hit me.
 * Sera: You’re not throwing piss, but I could ride on your shoulders? You run and hit, I shoot.
 * Iron Bull: Hm. You standing or sitting?
 * Sera: Sit on you own horns. I stand.
 * Iron Bull: Right, sorry. So, we’d be like a mobile siege platform. (grunts) Yeah...this could work.
 * Sera: Or! Wait! No! Better idea! Ice cream in beer!
 * Iron Bull: Uh, sure. That’s...not at all the same thing, but alright.
 * Sera: It’s probably shit. It’ll be great!
 * Sera: So, Bull, what are your women like?
 * Iron Bull: The Tamassrans? Terrifying...and inspiring. They teach you everything you need to know. Give your life purpose.
 * Sera: No, I mean, are they like you? Big and...phwoar.
 * Iron Bull: Oh, shit yeah.
 * Sera: (Laughs.) Wow.

(If the Inquisitor romanced Sera.) - Alternatively (Depending on how you handled Cole's amulet quest? Or not having recruited him?)
 * Sera: Dwarves are short!
 * Iron Bull: Everyone's short to me.
 * Sera: Yeah, but dwarves right? You'd need two to look one in the eye.
 * Iron Bull: Well, they'd both have a good view.
 * Iron Bull: So, you and the boss, huh?
 * Sera: (Laughs.) I know, right?
 * Iron Bull: Didn’t figure you were the kind to bed your way to power.
 * Sera: You frigging take that back.
 * Iron Bull: Take what back? I didn’t mean anything by it.
 * Sera: That’s right, you didn’t. This matters. You don’t talk piss about what matters.
 * Iron Bull: Ah, so it matters, then. Good to know.
 * Iron Bull: You really believe all this Andraste stuff, Sera?
 * Sera: Well, sure, right?
 * Iron Bull: Then you support the templars and their treatment of the Circles? All that?
 * Sera: That’s not Andraste. That’s Chantry.
 * Iron Bull: Then you don’t support that Chantry.
 * Sera: Of course I do!
 * Iron Bull: All right, so you support the Chantry, except for the things that it...does? And this makes sense to you?
 * Sera: Is it supposed to? It’s belief, innit?
 * Iron Bull: I think I figured out how you fight, Sera.
 * Sera: Good for you?
 * Iron Bull: You don’t actually like thinking about hurting people, do you?
 * Iron Bull: Chopping them down, making the blood spray...
 * Sera: It’s not the hurting. It’s, ugh, parts.
 * Iron Bull: Right. So if we hack them up, you have to do it without thinking about it.
 * Sera: So?
 * Iron Bull: I don’t know. I thought it was interesting.
 * Sera: I don’t need to think about what I do. I do what I do.
 * Sera: Wait, Bull. All that rot you said about hacking people.
 * Iron Bull: Yeah?
 * Sera: You do like it?
 * Iron Bull: Oh, yes. Finding someone who needs killing and just taking them apart…
 * Iron Bull: Brutally, skillfully, so their last living thought is realizing that I’m stronger and smarter than they are?
 * Iron Bull: Yeah, I like that a lot.
 * Sera: That’s weird.
 * Iron Bull: I didn’t say it was healthy.
 * Iron Bull: Look, I can either press those feelings down until I snap and hurt someone I care about…
 * Iron Bull: Or we can go find some bad guys who need to die.
 * Sera: (Nervously.) Right. Bring on the baddies.
 * Iron Bull: Sera, how did you get an entire beehive into Cullen's training dummy?
 * Sera: I don't know. Can't remember.
 * Iron Bull: Wait, do you think it was that magic Cole does? Like he helped you and then made you forget?
 * Sera: What? No! Piss, now it’s in my head!
 * Sera: Why’d you say that? You ruined a good beehive! Arse.
 * Iron Bull: Sera, How did you get an entire beehive into Cullen's training dummy?
 * Sera: I don't know, Can't remember.
 * Sera: What? Things go sideways if you think too hard.
 * Iron Bull: But it's a beehive. Full of bees. Most people would pay attention.
 * Sera: That's why most people get stung.

Iron Bull and Solas

 * Solas: Iron Bull. I understand that among your people, you are... what is the term?
 * Iron Bull: Ben-Hassrath. Secret police. Spies, basically.
 * Solas: You spied upon your own people.
 * Iron Bull: Is that so different from Orlais or Ferelden? They have all kinds of people policing them.
 * Solas: What they say and do, yes. Not what they think.
 * Iron Bull: What you think is what you say and do.
 * Solas: No. Even the lowliest peasant may find freedom in the safety of her thoughts. You take even that.


 * Solas: Surely even you see, Iron Bull, that freedom is preferable to mindless obedience to the Qun.
 * Iron Bull: How so? Last I checked, our mages weren't burning down Par Vollen.
 * Solas: You think Orlais and Ferelden would be better off under Qunari rule?
 * Iron Bull: Not really my call. I think most people everywhere have a system that works for 'em.
 * Iron Bull: When that breaks, you fix it. Like we're doing now.
 * Solas: Do not equivocate. Would we or would we not be better under the Qun?
 * Iron Bull: It's not that simple, Solas.
 * Solas: It absolutely is.


 * Iron Bull: Alright, Solas, been thinking. You wanna know how this place would be if the Qunari took charge?
 * Iron Bull: Orlais, Ferelden, all of it would be healthier under the Qun.
 * Iron Bull: But the war to make that happen? That'd be ugly. A lot of good people would die.
 * Iron Bull: So I'm not hoping it happens. There! You happy?
 * Solas: Happy? No. Quite the opposite.
 * Iron Bull: Oh, come on. I said I didn't want us to invade you!
 * Solas: No. You said this world would be brighter if all thinking individuals were stripped of individuality.
 * Solas: You only lack the will to get more blood on your hands.


 * Iron Bull: Tell me something, Solas. Do you think the servants here are happier then the people living under the Qun in Par Vollen?
 * Solas: It doesn't matter if they are happy, it matters that they may choose!
 * Iron Bull: Choose? Choose what? Whether to do their work or get tossed onto the street to starve?
 * Solas: Yes! If a Ferelden servant decides that his life goal is to... become a poet, he can follow that dream!
 * Solas: It may be difficult, and he might fail. But the whole of society is not aligned to oppose him!
 * Iron Bull: Sure, and good for him. How many servants actually go do that, though?
 * Solas: Almost none! What does that matter?
 * Solas: Your Qun would crush the brilliant few for the mediocre many!
 * Iron Bull: And then people feel like crap for failing.
 * Iron Bull: When the truth is, the deck was stacked against them anyway.

(If the Inquisitor is Qunari.)
 * Solas: If your Qun is so wonderful, so fair and perfect, how does it create so many Tal-Vashoth?
 * Solas: There are enough of them to marry and have children, like the man/woman we travel with!
 * Iron Bull: And for every one who turns out alright, like him/her, and his/her parents, dozens go savage.
 * Iron Bull: Most Tal-Vashoth are nothing more then savages. Killing's all they know.
 * Iron Bull: The Ben-Hassrath are trying to lose fewer people to that sickness.
 * Solas: It isn't a sickness. You are losing them because they see a chance for freedom!
 * Solas: And most of them are "savage", as you say, because your culture taught them nothing else.
 * Solas: They know nothing but the Qun. So even as they fight against it, they are guided by it's principles.
 * Iron Bull: Watch it, elf. You haven't seen the Tal-Vashoth like I have.
 * Iron Bull: Try watching a Tal-Vashoth kill a Tamassran and her kids. Then we'll talk.


 * Solas: You fought the Tal-Vashoth for a long time, Iron Bull, did you not?
 * Iron Bull: Every day.
 * Iron Bull: I'd kill some of them, they'd kill some of my guys, and then I'd kill them some more.
 * Solas: No man can kill so many people without breaking inside. To survive... those you fight must become monsters.
 * Iron Bull: The ones that kill innocent people, yeah. The rest... I don't know.
 * Solas: The mind does marvelous things to protect itself.


 * Iron Bull: So, Solas, you go into the Fade on purpose when you dream? Just to... hang out?
 * Solas: Yes. The Fade holds a trove of memories to explore. Spirits know secrets lost to this world.
 * Iron Bull: Yeah, but they're spirits. You can't treat 'em like people.
 * Solas: Would many not say the same of the Qunari?
 * Iron Bull: Uh, no, because Qunari don't go around trying to possess people and turn them into abominations.
 * Solas: Instead, you conquer them and turn them into servants of the Qun.
 * Iron Bull: Oh, come on!

(If the Inquisitor sided with the Qun during the Demands of the Qun quest)

(If the Inquisitor sided with Iron Bull during the Demands of the Qun quest)


 * Solas: Iron Bull, how do your people put on shirts?
 * Iron Bull: We don't, usually. It's pretty hot where we're from.
 * Iron Bull: But I can get into anything with a loose collar. Just gotta ease one horn through and then angle it up.
 * Iron Bull: There's a term for getting caught unprepared that translates to "running around with clothing stuck on your horns."
 * Solas: Colorful.


 * Iron Bull: Nice job in that last fight, Solas. You really kicked the crap outta that guy.
 * Solas: I suppose.
 * Iron Bull: What, you don't think so? You ripped him a new one. It was great!
 * Solas: Unless the fight is personal, violence is a means to an end. It isn't appropriate to celebrate.
 * Iron Bull: I don't know. Gotta wonder about anyone who fights as much as we do and doesn't have some fun with it.
 * Solas: We have fought living men, with loves and families, and all that they might have been is gone.
 * Iron Bull: Yeah, but they were assholes!


 * Solas: Hmm.
 * Iron Bull: Something wrong?
 * Solas: A man in the last village. Something in his manner troubled me.
 * Iron Bull: The baker with the squint and the red nose? Yeah, spy. Probably Venatori.
 * Solas: Why do you say that?
 * Iron Bull: He watched all of us. A normal guy'd focus on you, because staff, or me, because horns.
 * Iron Bull: He had a dagger up his sleeve, which no baker needs, and the knot on his apron was tied Tevinter style.
 * Iron Bull: I sent a message to Red. She'll investigate.
 * Solas: You are more observant than you appear.
 * Iron Bull: The good spies usually are.


 * Iron Bull: You've got an odd style, Solas. Your spells are a bit different from the Circle mages or the Vints.
 * Solas: That comes from being self-taught.
 * Solas: I discovered most magic on my own, or learned it from my journeys in the Fade.
 * Iron Bull: I've seen self-taught warriors. Even the good ones have something awkward in their style, something that clunks.
 * Iron Bull: I don't get that from you. Maybe magic is different.
 * Solas: Or without magical training, you cannot notice the parts of my magic that "clunk".

(If the Inquisitor sided with Iron Bull during the Demands of the Qun quest) ───────
 * Iron Bull: Hey, Solas, you ever do your Fade thing and pretend you can fly?
 * Iron Bull: Just flap your arms and zip around in there? Then maybe bang some hot Fade ladies?
 * Solas: No. Such behavior attracts the attention of demons.
 * Iron Bull: Aww. Demons shit up everything.
 * Solas: How do you feel, Iron Bull? Do you need a distraction to focus your mind?
 * Iron Bull: Well, this area's low on dancing girls, sadly.
 * Solas: King's pawn to E4.
 * Iron Bull: You're shitting me. We don't even have a board!
 * Solas: Too complicated for a savage Tal-Vashoth?
 * Iron Bull: (Grumbles.) Smug little asshole. Pawn to E5.
 * Solas: Pawn to F4. King's Gambit.
 * Iron Bull: Accepted. Pawn takes pawn. Give me a bit to get the pieces set in my head. Then we'll see what you've got.
 * Iron Bull: You're not as flashing as most mages, Solas.
 * Iron Bull: The Tevinter mages I fought in Seheron tried to scare us with what they could do.
 * Iron Bull: Dorian looks like he's waiting for applause after every spell. Even Viv has this confident swagger.
 * Dorian: As any good mage would.
 * Iron Bull: Vivienne has this little swagger, like she knows she's the most dangerous thing in the room.
 * Iron Bull: Not the quiet elven mage, though. No frills. Nothing to give you away. Half our targets never even see you coming.
 * Solas: I shall take that as a compliment.
 * Iron Bull: If you like.

Iron Bull and Varric

 * Varric: You know, I met the Arishok.
 * Iron Bull:  Oh, the old one? Man, he had an impressive rack. The new Arishok doesn't have horns at all. Usually means they're destined for something special.
 * Varric: I met him too. The only thing they seem to have in common is a tendency to burn things.
 * Iron Bull: That pretty much sums up the antaam, yes.


 * Varric: So, you're Ben-Hassrath, eh? The spies of the Qunari.
 * Iron Bull: Oh, you've heard of us?
 * Varric: I spent some time in Kirkwall.
 * Iron Bull: That must have been fun.
 * Varric: You could say that.
 * Varric: You're not the first Ben-Hassrath I've run across. Hawke and I were on a caper with one named Tallis.
 * Iron Bull:  You don't say.
 * Varric: She cause us no end of trouble. You wouldn't know her, by any chance...
 * Iron Bull:  Hey, one time I ran across this dwarf on the road. Short, grouchy... You think you might know him?
 * Varric: I'm on the Merchant's Guild. Ten royals says I not only know him -- he owes me money.
 * Iron Bull:  Oh. Well. No, I don't know Tallis. Sorry.


 * Varric: How could you possibly be a spy?
 * Iron Bull:  Well, it's a pretty easy job. I do some fighting, and drinking, and then once in a while I tell Par-Vollen about it.
 * Varric: Heh. Where's the sneaking, plotting, the subtle machinations?
 * Iron Bull:  If you do that, everyone knows you're a spy. Drinking, fighting, writing notes, that's all it really takes.
 * Varric: Jeez. You're really the worst Qunari ever or the best. I can't decide.


 * Iron Bull:  Still waiting for me to do something sneaky and spy-like?
 * Varric: I'll see a magical dwarf flying through the sky before that happens.
 * Iron Bull:  Good. Because I'm supposed to ask about your friend Isabela.
 * Varric: See? And I can't still tell if you're shitting me. Sometimes you're so Qunari you make my head hurt.

(The Qunari dreadnoughts were sacrificed)
 * Varric: So, you're a free man, Tal-Vashoth.
 * Iron Bull:  Living the life, unless you think I'm even... "more" secretly a spy now.
 * Varric: I think you've finally decided whether you care about your people, or your "people".
 * Iron Bull:  Hmm... something like that.
 * Varric: You've made the right choice.

(The Bull's Chargers were sacrificed)
 * Varric: So, Qunari in good standing. You must be proud?
 * Iron Bull:  Tolerably. Not a friend of the alliance.
 * Varric: I got to see enough of the Qunari back in Kirkwall.
 * Iron Bull:  Hey... we probably won't try to burn the city this time.
 * Varric: No? You could always trust the Qunari, until you're between them and something they want.


 * Iron Bull:  So, your girlfriend is a smith.
 * Varric: Yes...?
 * Iron Bull:  She makes weapons... with her own hands?
 * Varric: Among other things...
 * Iron Bull:  That's hot.

(If Bull romanced the Inquisitor)
 * Varric: So, Bull. You and the Inquisitor, huh?
 * Iron Bull: Mm-hmm.
 * Varric: I'd love some impressions. Imagery. Something for my next book.
 * Iron Bull:  Sorry. That room is for him/her and me. No one else invited.
 * Varric: Safe harbor from the storm outside?
 * Iron Bull:  All right, now you're just making it weird.

(If Bull romanced Dorian)
 * Varric: So Bull, you and Dorian?
 * Iron Bull: Mm-hmm.
 * Varric: Two worlds tearing them apart, Tevinter and Qunari, with only love to keep them together.
 * Dorian: I don't see how this is even remotely your business, Varric.
 * Iron Bull:  Could you make it sound angrier? Love is a bit soft.
 * Dorian: Please stop helping the dwarf.
 * Varric: How about passion?
 * Iron Bull:  Yeah, that's better. Love is all starlight and gentle blushes. Passion leaves your fingers sore from clawing the sheets.
 * Dorian: You could at least have had the courtesy to use the bedposts.
 * Iron Bull:  Hey, don't top from the bottom.
 * Varric: (Laughs.) Passion it is, then.


 * Iron Bull:  Hey, don't most dwarves have beards - or at least mustaches or something?
 * Varric: I make up for it elsewhere.


 * Iron Bull:  You're a damn fine marksman. How do you manage that while staring up at everyone's ass the whole time.
 * Varric: In the world of tall people you find ways to keep them from tripping over you.
 * Iron Bull:  You've ever get the asses mixed up?
 * Varric: If I do, Tiny, you'll be the first to know.


 * Iron Bull:  So in your books, the stuff with the spies are all wrong.
 * Varric: If only I've had you around to consult.
 * Iron Bull:  That "Blue swan flies at midnight" stuff doesn't work. Most times, you pass information on the dead drop. No meetings at all.
 * Varric: Bah... where's the drama in that?
 * Iron Bull:  Urgh... can you mess up the realism of something else? Like lyrium smuggling.


 * Iron Bull:  By the way, Varric, you write some nice fight scenes.
 * Varric: Oh thank you! I'm surprised you think so -- they're not exactly realistic.
 * Iron Bull:  Hmm... I figured that out when the good guy did a backflip while wearing a chainmail shirt.
 * Varric: And that didn't bother you?
 * Iron Bull:  Back in Seheron, I fell on a guy who tried to stab me in the guts. I felt the blade chip as it went through my gut and hit my back ribs. But I was alive and on top. I sawed through the armor on the rebel's neck, back and forth, until it went red. I don't need a book to remind me that the world is full of horrible crap.
 * Varric: Heh. Impossible swashbuckling it is.


 * Varric: Hey, Tiny, any chance you could get out of the way when I'm trying to shoot?
 * Iron Bull:  Maybe you should stand in front of me. I'd still have a clear shot on the bad guys from the knees up.


 * Iron Bull:  Hey, Varric, you get that thing I asked about?
 * Varric: It should be there next time we head back to base. Not easy to find, by the way.
 * Iron Bull:  Hmm... how do you guys live without this stuff?
 * Varric: I don't see what the deal is honestly, but different taste.
 * Iron Bull:  Ahh... now I just need some hot milk and some of those Orlesian gimauves to put in it.
 * Varric: Hey, what you do with this 'cocoa' is up to you. I don't need to hear about it.


 * Varric: Why go with iron? Iron is brittle. Why not call yourself the Steel Bull or something.
 * Iron Bull:  Steel Bull is already taken by a pit fighter in Antiva city. Thought about Veridium, but it turns out that there's two exotic dancers in Lomerin that use that one. Identical twins.
 * Varric: Hm... silverite?
 * Iron Bull:  Tavern in Rialto.
 * Varric: (Laughs.) So iron was the only thing left.
 * Iron Bull:  Well, I could have gone into textiles, but that sends the wrong message.


 * Varric: I've got to ask, what's with Qunari and their swords?
 * Iron Bull:  That's just the warriors. Ben-Hassraths use whatever tool is right for the job. Besides, didn't you name your crossbow after a woman?
 * Varric: Huh. Point taken.


 * Varric: Is the Qun some kind of big secret? How come no Qunari I've met would explain it even slightly?
 * Iron Bull:  It's not a secret. It's just too big for a quick chat. "Tell me about the Qun" is like saying "Tell me about economics". Most Qunari know just enough to get by. It's like blind dwarf trying to figure out a dragon by touch. Only the priests really have the whole picture. And they spend their whole lives figuring the crap out.
 * Varric: Well, I'll leave them to it then.


 * Iron Bull:  You know what I miss? Horn balm. It's impossible to get it out here.
 * Varric: Really? Back in Kirkwall you couldn't kick open a crate without finding a jar of the stuff.
 * Iron Bull:  Really? You got any?
 * Varric: Uh... No. We usually just threw it away.
 * Iron Bull:  (Grunts.) Horns. Itching.


 * Iron Bull:  Ahh... These are the types of fight I love.
 * Varric: Really?
 * Iron Bull:  Everyday back in Seheron I waited for a dagger in the back. Is that civilian secretly working for the vints? Or is she just scared because she's caught between us and them. Here, the bad guys practically have signs. It's so much easier.
 * Varric: Well, it is simpler I give you that.


 * Iron Bull:  Hey, Varric, are you gonna write me into one of your stories?
 * Varric: How could I not?
 * Iron Bull:  When you do, make sure you describe the masculinity alright. Cause this isn't just endurance work -- there was a lot of strength training to get here. You wanna use words like "rippling" or "ripped". "Ripped" is good.
 * Varric: Hmm... The Iron Bull's belly is prone to rippling after every meal. He rarely wore shirts as they ripped under the strain.
 * Iron Bull:  That hurts, Varric. That's hurtful.


 * Iron Bull:  Hey, Varric, I was reading your stuff. Where did your bad guys come from?
 * Varric: Well, some of them come from Tevinter and some are Ben-Hassrath spies, but I like a story where the villain was the man beside you the whole time. The best villains don't see themselves as evil. They're fighting for a good cause and willing to get their hands dirty.
 * Iron Bull:  Alright that's... really deep and all, but I meant where did the bad guys come from literally. The way you write it, it's like they just fall from the sky and land on top on the hero.
 * Varric: I like to leave some things to the reader's imaginations.


 * Varric: You doing all right, Bull? I heard you're breathing a little hard after the last fight.
 * Iron Bull:  (Grunts.) Lung exercies. Clearing the stale humours. It's a Qun thing.
 * Varric: Uhuh...
 * Iron Bull:  Hey... some of us have to swing a giant hunk of metal instead of pulling our girlfriend's trigger from the back ranks.
 * Varric: (Laughs.) Ouch.
 * Iron Bull:  Too close to home?
 * Varric: No, no... that was good. I should find some way to work that into my next book.
 * Iron Bull:  Alright, but it was my line. You'd gonna credit me in the acknowledgements, right?

Iron Bull and Vivienne

 * Iron Bull: You know, Viv, you're not bad with that staff.
 * Vivienne: You will address me as Enchanter Vivienne, Court Mage to the Empire of Orlais, or Madame de Fer. Not, "Viv."
 * Iron Bull: Oh. Right.  Ma'am.  Sorry, ma'am.
 * Vivienne: Hmm. Yes, "Ma'am" works as well.


 * Vivienne: Iron Bull, did you clean your weapon after the last fight?
 * Iron Bull: Er..., no. Odds are we're gonna be killing something again in a few minutes. Besides, the bloodstains are good for scaring enemies! They see a big messy blade and they... you know. Argh... I'll go clean it.
 * Vivienne: Thank you, darling.
 * Iron Bull: Yes, ma'am.


 * Vivienne: I wonder what sort of eye-patch we should get you.
 * Vivienne: I think gold, inlaid with glowing lyrium and amethysts...
 * Iron Bull: Oh. Hadn't thought of it like that, ma'am.


 * Vivienne: You cannot go shirtless in front of the preeminent nobles of Orlais. Let us see...
 * Iron Bull: Hey... I had a shirt in Halamshiral!
 * Vivienne: In Halamshiral, you were a blade of cheap iron. When I am done, you will shine like a gleaming dawnstone saber.
 * Vivienne: A purple coat, tight at the waist, slashed with silver, emerald accents. Open at the collar to accentuate your chest.
 * Vivienne: Every woman will want you. Every man will want to be you.
 * Iron Bull: Well... alright. Tell me more about the coat.


 * Vivienne: Now, Bull, the steps of the dance of six candles?
 * Iron Bull: Wait a minute! I know what this is. You're screwing with me because you look like a Tamassran. It's the whole "authoritative female" thing. Plus, that hat with the horns... you've been playing me. Well, I was trained by the Ben-Hassrath. You think I don't know how to handle manipulation?
 * Vivienne: Bull. Step step turn...
 * Iron Bull: (Sighs.) Step, shuffle, spin... ...ma'am.


 * Iron Bull: Are you sure you're not "maybe", just a little bit Tamassran, ma'am?
 * Vivienne: My dear, I don't think there is such a think as a little bit Tamassran.
 * Iron Bull: Alright, point taken. But you're pretty tall for a human. Maybe there was a qunari there a few generations back.
 * Vivienne: Bull darling, I wear high heels and tall hats. Fashion is not so far, as far as I know, a demand of the Qun.
 * Iron Bull: You've got a point there. Usually the Qun doesn't even demand pants.

(If the Inquisition sided with the templars)

(If the Inquisition sided with the rebel mages)


 * Iron Bull: Your views of magic don't quite match with what I was taught about mages outside the Qun.
 * Vivienne: Life is a series of necessary restrictions, Iron Bull. The small minded beat against every wall they find. The wise learn to make the most of the options they have.


 * Vivienne: I have heard of the life of the Saarebas, Iron Bull, but I'm curious about your viewpoint.
 * Iron Bull: It's sad, mostly. The magic appears late in childhood just like it does for you folks. Some kids go years learning to be a baker, or soldier, or builder and then one day... that's all gone.
 * Vivienne: You sound as though you pity them.
 * Iron Bull: Well... yes. In theory, they're no different from anyone else. The Tamassrans -- and the Ben-Hassrath -- protect everyone from their own mistakes. They're people too, just serving the Qun, but too many Qunari are afraid of them.
 * Vivienne: Not you, though?
 * Iron Bull: No. Everyone who takes that burden and lives a good life with it has my respect.


 * Iron Bull: So ma'am, what do you think of Skyhold?
 * Vivienne: Why do you ask?
 * Iron Bull: Well, I don't know crap about magic so if the Veil is thin, or it's weak against demons somehow, I can't tell.
 * Vivienne: It needs gold caps on the towers, painting in the courtyard, and a great deal of soap.
 * Iron Bull: Ah. Got it.


 * Iron Bull: Alright ma'am, I get that Skyhold needs a fresh coat of paint.
 * Vivienne: At the bare minimum. Ideally we could have the battlements enameled or... sheathed in marble.
 * Iron Bull: But it looks good, right? With that silhouette, it's just daring somebody to try to attack it.
 * Vivienne: This is the limitation of your upbringing under the Qun, darling. Skyhold must not only unnerve potential foes -- it must entice potential allies.
 * Iron Bull: Well, that's why we have you and Josephine, ...and apparently marble sheets.

(Spoilers for Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts)

(Spoilers for Here Lies the Abyss)

(Spoilers for Here Lies the Abyss)

(Spoilers for Here Lies the Abyss)


 * Vivienne: I understand that under the Qun, mages are tightly controlled to protect others from their power.
 * Iron Bull: You don't need to worry. I have no intention of trying to leash anyone.
 * Vivienne: I never worry, darling. A leash can be pulled from either end.


 * Iron Bull: I thought mages in Orlais didn't fight. You're more than capable with combat magic.
 * Vivienne: Mages in Orlais do not fight without permission, my dear. Some are better at gaining permission than others.


 * Iron Bull: So, ma'am, with the magic, do you prefer fire, or lightning, or cold, or what?
 * Vivienne: The proper tool for the proper task. Fire reminds an enemy that you can destroy everything around. Lightning puts the fear of the Maker into her. Cold makes her think you implacable, while spirit energy conjures fears of demons.
 * Iron Bull: I like cold, cause it freezes them, and then they break into little bits when I chop them in half.
 * Vivienne: That's fine too, dear.


 * Iron Bull: So mages in the Circle really have to defend themselves against a demon?
 * Vivienne: As part of our Harrowing, we must prove we can defend against possession, and thus are no danger to the world.
 * Iron Bull: (Grunts.) Demons. That's messed up.
 * Vivienne: Don't worry, my dear. Should we encounter demons, I will protect you.


 * Iron Bull: So what's it like shacking up in the Circle?
 * Vivienne: Excuse me?
 * Iron Bull: Well I assume people do it. And you're people. So, you have to have... I mean... come on, with those... just forget I asked.
 * Vivienne: I shall.


 * Vivienne: Iron Bull, stop picking at that scab or it won't heal properly.
 * Iron Bull: I know! But the scab will look amazing! You see, it already sort of look like a wyvern's... (sighs.) I'll just put the bandage back on now. Sorry, ma'am.
 * Vivienne: Thank you, darling.


 * Vivienne: My dear, Iron Bull, stand up straight. You're slouching like a sulking child.
 * Iron Bull: I keep smacking my horns going through doors.
 * Vivienne: Darling, you are in no danger from a door beam. Just watch where you're going.
 * Iron Bull: I... may have done it a couple of times on purpose. To see if I can knock the frame loose.


 * Vivienne: I confess, Iron Bull, I had assumed you would not be comfortable fighting alongside a mage.
 * Iron Bull: We use Saarebas when we need to.
 * Vivienne: That is hardly the same.
 * Iron Bull: No, ma'am. Fighting with you is more like hitting an enemy while a dreadnought pounds their front line. All fire and smoke ahead of you -- half the enemies already on the ground by the time you get there.
 * Vivienne: So, I am a Qunari dreadnought?
 * Iron Bull: I... er... didn't mean to offend you.
 * Vivienne: Not at all! I am Madame de Fer.


 * Vivienne: Tell me, Iron Bull, is there anything I can do to assist you more effectively in combat?
 * Iron Bull: Err... no? No. I'm good.
 * Vivienne: You do so much fighting at the front. I would help, however I may. If my skills can weaken your opponent to make your fight easier, please let me know?
 * Iron Bull: Well, nobody fights well when their clothes are on fire. But honestly, I do really like the ice. Whatever works for you though. Ma'am.
 * Vivienne: I'm always happy to help.


 * Iron Bull: I assume that... between living in the Circle and... wherever you live in Orlais, you don't get out much, ma'am.
 * Vivienne: It is somewhat uncommon, yes.
 * Iron Bull: Enjoying the great outdoors?
 * Vivienne: The next time we make camp I intend to construct a bath. I need you to find me fresh water.
 * Iron Bull: Yes, ma'am.


 * Iron Bull: So, ma'am, what does the Circle know about Fade rifts and such?
 * Vivienne: Very little. No mage of the Circle had encountered anything like this before the Breach.
 * Iron Bull: Well, that's reassuring.