Varric: (sarcastically) You doing alright, Bull?  I heard you breathing a little hard after the last fight.
Iron Bull: (grunts) Lung exercises.  Clearing the stale humors.  It’s a Qun thing.
Varric: Uh huh.
Iron Bull: Hey, some of us have to swing a giant hunk of metal instead of just pulling our girlfriend’s trigger from the back ranks.
Varric: 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’re gonna credit me in the acknowledgements, right?