Being rushed and bodily pulled from his chair into a painfully comforting and suffocating embrace was not something he expected from the lummox when he'd walked into the inn, and while he was appreciative, feeling suddenly much more safe than he had been since he'd been ejected from the fountain earlier, he'd be damned if he gave the Qunari the pleasure of hearing a grateful tone. Instead, he slapped at one massive arm in a futile effort to dislodge himself.

"Unhand me this instant!" He grunted when he was released from that strong yet gentle embrace, sorry it had ended but hoping he sounded quite the opposite. His eyes narrowed at the Bull gentle command, annoyed he'd noticed anything was amiss, partially, and also out of sheer obstinance.

"And what, pray tell, would you have me speak on? The Weather? It's abysmal."