She understands all too well brushing something serious off with a non-serious remark. It might very well be her greatest skill, so she has no trouble going with it. "That's if you can find any here. These bastards put us into a situation like this without providing copious amounts of liquor to counteract it. So very cruel." Hawke hadn't wanted to drink herself unconscious yet, but she might change her mind on that eventually. There was time.

A smile curls at Hawke's lips, perhaps tinged with a little mischief, as Dorian talks about Bull. Hmmmm. If that was a thing, it wasn't one Varric actually told her about. Salacious details were her favorite, how dare he! "He's in this three bedroom house, red brick and white trim. I'm fairly certain he comes here for lunch too, so I suppose if you just happened to be looking for him, it wouldn't be that difficult." She's teasing. Even if she's off about this, it's still good-natured ribbing. He seems unlikely to be openly affectionate with any of his companions, unlike Hawke, who hangs off them every chance she gets.

"I really should have known he was one of those stubborn bastards who could find a way to live. He did the evil monologuing so well." Hawke blames herself enough for it that she chose to die, but she did kill him the first time. It simply didn't take. That reminds her though, of something she hadn't asked Bull. "Did the Wardens attempt to rebuild and make it work? If my last request was ignored, I am going to find a way to haunt their arses."