Vivienne: My dear Iron Bull, stand up straight. You’re slouching like a sulking child.
The 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.
The Iron Bull: I… may have done it a couple of times on purpose, to see if I could knock the frame loose…
Vivienne: Iron Bull, stop picking at that scab or it won’t heal properly.
The Iron Bull: I know! But the scar will look amazing! See? It already sort of looks like a Wyvern’s- (sighs.) I’ll just put the bandage back on now. Sorry, Ma’am.
Vivienne: Thank you, darling.
Vivienne: Now, Bull, the steps of the Dance of Six Candles?
The Iron Bull: Waaaaait 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…?
The Iron Bull: (Sighs.) Step, shuffle, spin, Ma’am.