Vivienne proving herself to be one of the few people capable of cowing Iron Bull, eventually getting to the point where he's basically a young child being scolded by his mother for not cleaning his weapon. Her sing-song "Thank you, darling!" every time she manages to wrap him around her pinky finger is the icing on the cake.

Speaking of Vivienne, her ability to effortlessly turn Sera's pranks back on her is the stuff of legends. When Sera steals her underwear, Vivienne simply buys more of a higher quality. When Sera puts a snake in her drawer, Vivienne sends it back... with legs. Six of them. She was rather well-stocked with that particular shade of viper, you see. Vivienne: Do you sleep with your mouth open? I should avoid that: it was heavy with eggs. Skitter skitter... skitter skitter skitter...

Sera: (growls) Friggin' stop it, witchy-pisser!

Varric presses Cassandra for an explanation as to why she felt it necessary to bring him to the Conclave to report to the Divine directly when she could have simply relayed the information he'd already given her. Cassandra, utterly deadpan, replies that she thought the Divine needed to see the chest hair for herself. Varric is flabbergasted. The real reason why Varric was to be brought before the Divine is later revealed in banter between Cassandra and Vivienne: Justinia wanted him to sign her copy of Hard in Hightown.

After the Orlesian Ball, Varric decides to write a political thriller in Orlais. He admits, embarrassed, that Vivienne will be the novel's Big Bad. Vivienne is amused and highly flattered, eagerly asking for spoilers and counseling him on what her character should wear. "My mask should be inlaid with opals."

Varric's repeated efforts to get Cassandra to play "I-Spy" with him. Her reaction is always "No." Varric: You should be good at finding things. Of course, you couldn't find Hawke...

Varric's literary representation of the Iron Bull. Iron Bull: So Varric. Are you going to put me into any of your stories?

Varric: (snorts) How could I not?

Iron Bull: When you do, make sure you describe the musculature right. It's not just endurance training; there was a lot of strength work that went into this. You could say 'rippled.' Or 'ripped.' Ripped is good.

Varric: Hmmm. '

Iron Bull: ...That hurts, Varric. That's hurtful. So Varric. Are you going to put me into any of your stories?(snorts) How could I not?When you do, make sure you describe the musculature right. It's not just endurance training; there was a lot of strength work that went into this. You could say 'rippled.' Or 'ripped.' Ripped is good.Hmmm. ' The Iron Bull's stomach was prone to rippling after every meal. ' ' He rarely wore shirts, as they ripped under the strain. ...That hurts, Varric. That's hurtful.

Sera asks Blackwall what Grey Wardens do when there is no Blight, and he responds that they simply do "whatever it takes to keep the world safe". Sera wonders if all the members of the Inquisition are as joyless as him. Sera: Look at you, all serious. What do Wardens do when there's no Blight anyway? Blackwall: Whatever it takes to keep the world safe. Sera: Like join Inquisitions. Blackwall: If that's what necessary. Hey, you're here too. Sera: The Inquisition can't be all broody beards like you and Cassandra. Blackwall: She doesn't have the hair for it. Sera: Oh, I'd bet she does. Places. If Cassandra is in the party as well: Cassandra: That's enough! Sera: Knew it!

Sera and Blackwall generally have a great interaction, made of messing with each other: Sera: Do all Grey Wardens have beards?

Blackwall: No. Just me. I stole all the beards. : Do all Grey Wardens have beards?: No. Just me. I stole all the beards. And all the power held within! There can be only one.

Sera and Blackwall bet on whether or not Solas has ever been intimate with a Fade spirit. Solas's immediate reaction, before Blackwall has even explained what question he and Sera are trying to settle, is also pretty funny: Solas: sigh Sera's involved? So this question will be offensive.

Blackwall: Yes, probably. Sorry. You make friends with spirits in the Fade. So... are there any that are more than just friends, if you know what I mean?

Solas: Oh, for... really?!

Blackwall: Look, it's a natural thing to be curious about!

Solas: For a twelve-year-old!

Blackwall: It's a simple yes or no question!

Solas: Nothing about the Fade or spirits is simple, especially not that.

Blackwall: Aha! So you do have experience in these matters!

Solas: I did not say that.

Blackwall: Don't panic. It'll be our little secret.

Solas: Ass.

Blackwall: (obviously pleased) Now who's twelve? If Sera hasn't been recruited, Blackwall just wonders this by himself and decides satisfying his curiosity is worth risking a fireball to the face.

Amusingly enough, Iron Bull asks the same question. The answer is no.

Blackwall makes a comment that when he first visited the market of Val Royeaux thirty years ago, it was much smaller and they didn't sell so many frilly little cakes. Solas tells him that a Fade memory revealed that the original market was just some muddy tents (though he didn't spend long at that memory due to the smell). He much prefers the modern market, though - he quite enjoys those little cakes!

Varric confirms that not only did Knight-Commander Meredith turn into a statue, she's still there, adding an extra level of horror to the Gallows. Blackwall wants to know why no one's removed her. Varric: And make it impossible for children to play "Who's Brave Enough to Poke Meredith?"

Blackwall: They don't actually do that, do they?

Varric: No. No one's brave enough to poke Meredith. And guess what? With the Black Emporium DLC, one can find the statue in the Emporium.

When Blackwall makes the mistake of asking Dorian if Corypheus is "one of yours" (that is, Tevinter), Dorian launches into an extended tirade about how Blackwall's wording makes it sound like he's talking about a pet: Dorian: Like a giant darkspawn hamster with aspirations of godhood. 'Dorian, why can't you look after your little friends? Corypheus peed on the carpet again!' Like a gianthamster with aspirations of godhood. 'Dorian, why can't you look after your little friends?peed on the carpet again!' In this analogy, the carpet is Haven.

Varric plans to find the rip-off who wrote Hard in Hightown 2 and introduce him to his editor. No, not Bianca, his actual editor. She runs half the Kirkwall Coterie and once killed a man over a semicolon. He never publishes anything without her.

Sera's vivid description of Dorian having sex with the Iron Bull : Sera: It's like falling through a tree into custard! "TOO HIGH!" wham! "TOO FAST!" wham! "LEEAAVES!" wham! SPLAT!

Dorian: I'm not sure which is worse, the mockery or the accuracy...

Bull: Eh. Depends on how much rest the trees had.

Apparently Cole has no idea how knock-knock jokes work. For example: Cole: I think I have it. Let me try again.

Varric: All right, Kid. Let's see what you've got.

Cole: Knock knock.

Varric: Who's there?

Cole: Cole.

Varric: Cole who?

Cole: It's me, Cole. That is my name.

Varric: No, no, you're still not getting it. Sorry, Kid.

Varric teases Blackwall about the latter's crush on Josephine, eventually suggesting that he could pen a few words for him to say that'd let Blackwall woo her. Blackwall immediately points out how that joke is Harsher in Hindsight given his already having assumed another identity already , causing Varric to drop it.

Sometime after Varric's personal quest, he and Iron Bull have this exchange. Iron Bull: So... your girlfriend is a smith.

Varric: Yes.

Iron Bull: So that means she makes weapons. With her own hands.

Varric: (confused) Among other things.

Iron Bull: That's hot. : So... your girlfriend is a smith.: Yes.: So that means she makes weapons. With her own hands.: (confused) Among other things. When ribbing each other on their fighting styles, Iron Bull describes Varric using Bianca as "pulling [his] girlfriend's trigger from the back ranks." Varric declares he has to use that line in his next book. Bull demands a writer's credit.

Cole's habit of verbalizing people's inner pain tends to make most of the other companions uncomfortable, but some of them have more entertaining methods of dealing with it than others: Cole: You were just thinking about the time you—

Cassandra: Now I am thinking of something else. Can you guess?

Cole: ...My hat wouldn't fit You were just thinking about the time you—Now I am thinking of something else. Can you guess?...My hat wouldn't fit there Varric seems pretty okay with Cole digging around in his head and learning about Bianca and other intimate details of his real life, but getting spoilers for his books is not okay! Varric: Okay, delving into my personal life is one thing, but a writer needs some privacy.

After Solas and Vivienne exchange several barbs about their differing magic styles, Vivienne seems to get the last laugh by pointing out Solas set his own coat-tails on fire in their last fight. Solas: Perhaps what you perceived was merely a figment of the Fade?

Vivienne: I would not claim your familiarity with the Fade, but I recognize fire when I see it, darling.

Solas: It did go out eventually... it was not worth mentioning.

This pair of conversations: Cole: Your clothes look like the Fade, Dorian!

Dorian: The stuff of dreams? An explosion of color and light, wrapped in an enigma?

Cole: It's... shiny.

—

Dorian: Cole, are those real clothes or...?

Cole: They're real. What else would they be?

Dorian: I thought maybe you conjured them, like your physical form.

Cole: Do you conjure yours? ...Is that why they look like that?

Dorian: Never mind, forget I said anything.

There are some pretty funny exchanges between the Iron Bull and Blackwall: Iron Bull: You could have been one of the Chargers, Blackwall. You have 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: I'd rather fight for a cause.

Iron Bull: Hey, No Pants Fridays is a cause!

—

Iron Bull: You know what I miss about Par Vollen? The bananas. They're bigger... less squishy... and bendier.

Blackwall: You're talking about the fruit, right? Please tell me you're talking about the fruit.

—

Iron Bull: Blackwall. Iron Bull.

Blackwall: Isn't that exactly what we're doing, right this minute, more or less?

Iron Bull: Oh...yeah. : You could have been one of the Chargers, Blackwall. You have the stature, the attitude...: And you'd be my boss.: Hey, I'm a great boss! I'm a firm believer in No Pants Fridays.(...): I'd rather fight for a cause.: Hey, No Pants Fridays is a cause!: You know what I miss about Par Vollen? The bananas. They're bigger... less squishy... and bendier.: You're talking about the fruit, right? Please tell me you're talking about the fruit.: Blackwall. Iron Bull. We could fight crime! : Isn't that exactly what we're doing, right this minute, more or less?: Oh...yeah.

This conversation between Cole and Blackwall if Cole takes the path to becoming more human , with Blackwall making it sound as though Cole is a baby who still needs to learn basic skills: Blackwall: I suppose you'll stop looking into people's heads soon? And you might start looking into... I don't know... eating?

Cole: Bleh.

Blackwall: Oh, we're at that stage? Spitting everything up? At least you've mastered walking. Soon you'll be eating properly, then drinking, then drinking for real, then girls.

Varric wonders who's the toughest of the Inquisition's leaders: Josephine, Leliana or Cassandra. Solas: Cullen's not up for consideration?

Varric: Curly? They just keep him around to Cullen's not up for consideration?Curly? They just keep him around to look pretty.

In one of his banters with Sera, Varric mentions reach and flexibility.

Varric and Vivienne discuss the cutthroat etiquette of the Orlesian court: Varric: If someone uses the wrong fork at dinner, is that worse than death, or just social suicide?

Vivienne: It's hard to say, darling. Anyone who has so misstepped was stabbed to death with the proper fork.

Another between Iron Bull and Cassandra: 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!

Cassandra: Am I what?

Iron Bull: That's probably impossible anyway. That was some solid work back there, Seeker.You as well.The way you backhanded that guy with your shield and then damn near chopped him in half! Hey, are you as turned on as I am right now? Am I what?That's probably impossible anyway. The above conversation is slightly different if the Iron Bull has been romanced but no less funny: Iron Bull : The way you backhanded that guy with your shield and then damn near chopped him in half! 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 : (Annoyed grunt) This doubles as a Call-Back to Origins, where Sten goads a flirtatious Morrigan, suggesting that if she wants to bed him, she'll need a suit of armor or she might not survive.

There is also the version that happens if Cassandra is romanced. Iron Bull: You and the boss should use that between the sheets.

Cassandra: Who says we haven't?

Cassandra mentions to Dorian that she's heard "odd stories" about the Templars of the Tevinter Imperium. Dorian doesn't miss a beat: Dorian: All true.

Cassandra: I haven't even told you what I heard.

Dorian: Doesn't matter. All true. Particularly the part with the grapes and feathers.

Cassandra: ...Oh. All true.I haven't even told you what I heard.Doesn't matter. All true. Particularly the part with the grapes and feathers....Oh. I was leading towards that one, actually.

Judging by their banter, Varric and Dorian have Side Bets going on just about everything. They have several conversations revolving around the Inquisition's odds of success against the Elder One, which Dorian estimates at about three to one... in favor of the Elder One. Even better, the Inquisitor can chime in with, "I'll take those odds." Varric: What do you think, Sparkler? Ten royals says the next thing we run into farts fire.

Dorian: I'll take that bet. I win either way.

—

Dorian: You owe me ten royals, Varric. I'd like them paid in candied dates.

Varric: I haven't lost that wager yet.

Dorian: You said we'd be ass-deep in trouble. This is more like knee-high.

Varric: I didn't specify whose ass, did I?

Dorian: Leave it to a dwarf, always lowering the bar.

—

Dorian: All right, never let it be said I don't pay my debts. Here you are, five royals.

Varric: I tried to warn you.

Dorian: I had no idea nugs possess such creepy little feet. Stuff of nightmares.

Dorian asks Varric about what his and Hawke's first encounter with Corypheus was like: Varric: We didn't have tea and crumpets, Sparkler. I was there when he woke up.

Dorian: And he said what? "Hello, I'm one of the magisters who broke into the Black City, pleased to meet you?"

Varric: Was more like...(clears throat, then in a deep raspy voice) "Ahhhhhh, I'm a Darkspawn! Dumaaaat! DUMAAAAAT!" Then Hawke killed him.

Sera and Iron Bull's banter about "elf tossing": Bull: Sera, I had a thought. The next time we run into a line of enemies,

Sera: Get off.

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!

Bull: Think of the mayhem, Sera! Mayhem.

Sera: I'd get a wedge-up something fierce!

Bull: Look, you and Varric are the only ones small enough and he's... pretty dense.

Sera: Well, do some bloody presses! Sera, I had a thought. The next time we run into a line of enemies, I'll pick you up and throw you Get off.No! This could work! I loft you over the front rank, and you land behind them to flank ... mayhem ensues.I can't fly, you daft tit!I'd get a wedge-up something fierce!Look, you and Varric are the only ones small enough and he's... pretty dense.Well, do some bloody presses! We later get this follow-up. Sera: Bull, you like overthinking, right? I've got an idea.

Bull: All right. Hit me.

Sera: You're not throwin' piss, but I could ride on shoulders. You run and hit, I shoot.

Bull: Hmm, you standing or sitting?

Sera: Sit on your own horns. I stand.

Bull: Right, sorry. So, we'd be like a mobile siege platform. [grunts] Yes, this could work.

Sera: Or, wait no, better idea.

Bull: Uhh...sure. That's...not at all the same thing, but all right.

Sera: It's probably shit. It'll be great. Bull, you like overthinking, right? I've got an idea.All right. Hit me.You're not throwin' piss, but I could ride on shoulders. You run and hit, I shoot.Hmm, you standing or sitting?Sit on your own horns. I stand.Right, sorry. So, we'd be like a mobile siege platform. [grunts] Yes, this could work.Or, wait no, better idea. Ice cream in beer Uhh...sure. That's...not at all the same thing, but all right.It's probably shit. It'll be great.

Blackwall and Cole seem to have some fun banter too: Blackwall: Hey, Cole, say something interesting.

Cole: Something interesting.

Blackwall: Yes,

—

Blackwall: You know, Cole, you're not so bad. But I'll never get used to the things that come out of your mouth.

Cole: There was once a man who had bees coming out of his mouth.

Blackwall: Perfect example.

—

Cole: Your knife is big.

Blackwall: (snickers) It's a sword.

Cole: It's bigger than mine.

Blackwall: And now you've made it awkward. Hey, Cole, say something interesting.Yes, I deserved that one You know, Cole, you're not so bad. But I'll never get used to the things that come out of your mouth.There was once a man who had bees coming out of his mouth.Perfect example.Your knife is big.(snickers) It's a sword.And now you've made it awkward.

This banter between Varric and the Iron Bull, which pokes fun at a common gripe about II: Bull: Hey Varric, I was reading your stuff. Where do your bad guys come from? Varric: Well, some of them come from Tevinter, and some are Ben-Hassrath spies, but I like the stories where the villain was the man beside you all the time. The best villains don't see themselves as evil — they're fighting for a good cause, willing to get their hands dirty. Bull: All right... that's really deep and all, but I meant "where do the bad guys come from, literally?" The way you write it, it's like they just fall from the sky and land on top of the hero. Varric: I like to leave some things to the reader's imagination. This also pokes a bit of fun at Inquisition. The rifts, after all, keep literally dropping enemies from the sky! Not to mention that in both II and Inquisition... the villain was indeed the man beside you all the time.



The rest of this banter is sweet, but Cole's immediate, deeply unsure tone at the start of it is priceless. Dorian: Cole, the wooden duck I found on my bed... Was that you? Cole: No, I'm... : No, I'm... not a wooden duck Dorian: I mean, did you put it there? Cole: Yes... I couldn't find one with wheels, though, I'm sorry. Likewise, Cole returns Cassandra's locket to her, which she thought she had lost. Cole says she did, and how he got it back: Cole: I had to fight a rat for it. Cassandra (obviously touched): Oh—Thank you. Cole: It's okay. He wasn't a very big rat.

Dorian potentially asks Sera about her fear of magic, assuring her it can be thought of as simply a useful tool and that getting more familiar with it could change her mind. Either she honestly doesn't catch on to what it sounds like when she goes on to keep referring to mages' "tools" or is just really good at sounding like she doesn't. Dorian, meanwhile, quits their first convo on the subject while trying not to laugh. Sera: I don't need to get familiar with your tool! Dorian: (impatiently) Please, stop saying "tool"! Certain other party members can also comment on this dialogue: Sera : What about Coryphemus? How many "proper tools" does he have under him?

Varric : Not hardly enough, if you ask me! : What about Coryphemus? How many "proper tools" does he have under him?

If Blackwall's there, he's having the time of his life. Dorian: I can't believe you're scared of magic, Sera. It's a gift as mundane to me as your bow to you. Surely you see there's nothing to fear in a properly used tool.

Sera: Tell that to all the "proper" mages waving their tools in people's faces!

Dorian: There's an image.

Sera: What about Coryphamus? How many "proper tools" does he have under him?

Dorian: (Sounding like he's about to cry... or laugh) That's not— I don't think I can continue.

Sera: Right, well, I don't care how gifted you are. Don't cram it where it's not wanted.

Blackwall: (Laughs.)

Then, there's also Dorian's attempt to play Word Association Test with Sera: Dorian : Indulge me, Sera. What do you think of when I say "demon?"

Sera : Arrows.

Dorian : Fine. "Magister?"

Sera : Arrows.

Dorian : Not helpful. But given our history, I'll accept it. "Thaumaturgy?"

Sera : What.

Dorian : Magical endeavors. Helpful wonders.

Sera : Ohhh.

Dorian : (sighs) : Indulge me, Sera. What do you think of when I say "demon?": Arrows.: Fine. "Magister?": Arrows.: Not helpful. But given our history, I'll accept it. "Thaumaturgy?": Magical endeavors. Helpful wonders.: Ohhh. Arrows : (sighs)

Upon approaching the mage stronghold in the Hinterlands, Dorian can remark upon it. If Sera is in the party, this happens: Dorian: (in a tense, dramatic tone) Do you feel that? My magic-sensitive nose is tingling.

Sera: Get off. Really?

Dorian: (in the same tone) It can also detect gullible morons.

Dorian assuages Sera's fears about magic and possession: Sera : Do me a favor, Dorian. Give me some warning if you're gonna bust out in demons or somethin'.

Dorian : (cracks up) How do you picture me "busting out?" I'm walking along and, oops! Demon! ...I mean, it could happen, despite my training. You could also

Sera : So you gonna warn me, or not?

Dorian : Certainly. But only because you're so dear to me. : Do me a favor, Dorian. Give me some warning if you're gonna bust out in demons or somethin'.: (cracks up) How do you picture me "busting out?" I'm walking along and, oops! Demon! ...I mean, it could happen, despite my training. You could also trip and impale your eye on an arrow. : So you gonna warn me, or not?: Certainly. But only because you're so dear to me.

Dorian asking Sera where she gets all her arrows from. Dorian: Where did you get all those arrows, Sera? You've got hundreds.

Sera: From your arse, that's where!

Dorian: My arse should open up a shop! Apparently it's quite prolific.

Cole can go off on a completely ridiculous tangent about Sera's name like a small child, which is both hilarious and oddly adorable. On one occasion, Cole earnestly tries to "help" Sera understand a very obvious pun. It sounds how you would expect it to coming out of the most Literal-Minded party member. He also tries getting in her head to explain that she doesn't need to be afraid of him thusly: Cole: I won't stab you while you're looking somewhere else. I won't do that to your boots. Or that other thing to your arrows. ...I don't understand what that last thing is, but I won't do it, either!

When he isn't creeping someone out by reading their mind, Cole tends to ask absurd questions for reasons that only his own logic can make sense. In particular, he doesn't seem to grasp that clothes are inanimate: Cole: Do you ever take off your armor and talk to it?

Cassandra: No. Why would I?

Cole: It might say something nice. Do you ever take off your armor and talk to it?No. Why would I?It might say something nice. Cole: My shoelaces keep coming untied. Can you talk to them? They don't listen to me.

Varric: Don't talk to them, Kid. Just tie them in knots. My shoelaces keep coming untied. Can you talk to them? They don't listen to me.Don't talk to them, Kid. Just tie them in knots. Cole: (mournful) (mournful) My elbows don't make anybody smile.

When Sera refers to Varric's books as "boring": Varric: That's because you do things. Escapist fiction for you would be... cross-stitch, or knitting. Sera: Aw, knitting is brilliant! It's stabby sewing!

Both Solas and Varric get a kick out of irritating Cassandra: Solas: What would the Inquisition do without our stabilizing influence, Master Tethras?

Varric: I assume they'd just start burning things.

Solas: That does sound like most humans I know.

Cassandra: If you gentlemen are quite finished?

Varric: Now, now, don't get touchy. We're just here to lend you simple humans our help.

Solas: Before you cause everything to explode.

Varric: Again. Added points for hilarity at the end of the game when you find out that both of them are at least partly responsible for the events at the Conclave.

Bull is sometimes more interested in the Fade than you'd think for a Qunari. Iron Bull: Hey, Solas, you ever do your Fade thing and pretend you can fly? 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 has some... interesting interactions with Sera. Sera: You can make magic anywhere, Solas? Ever piss it by accident?

Solas: No. Wait... no.

Sera: What? How would you not remember something like that?

Solas: We were all young once.

Solas can be a really subtle troll when he wants to be. Solas: Have you ever had any interest in learning magic, Sera?

Sera: Get off?

Solas: While it has not manifested naturally, there are ways to determine whether arcane gifts lie dormant within you.

Sera: What? Don't make me think about that. I have to sleep at night!

Solas: Sleeping would give you the chance to explore the Fade. I could introduce you to spirits.

Sera: Right, you're messing with me on purpose!

Solas: Why would I do that? It is not as though I know who filled my bedroll with lizards.

Sera: Heh. Fair point! That was pretty good.

If Dorian and the Inquisitor are in a relationship, Sera has questions: Sera: You and the Inquisitor, hey? What is that like? Jousting?

Dorian: Fewer horses, marginally. More cheering, definitely.

Sera: Nice!

If you take out a party consisting of Solas, Cole, and Vivienne, Viv may eventually try to interrupt one of Solas and Cole's cryptic banters like so: Vivienne: You shouldn't encourage that thing.

Cole: (honestly hurt)

Solas: Well said. You shouldn't encourage that thing.(honestly hurt) Solas isn't a thing! Well said. If Dorian is in the party instead of Vivienne: Dorian: It's fascinating listening to you two. Like working out a puzzle with only half the pieces.

Cole takes a look at Iron Bull's mind, digging up some rather... personal moments between him and the Inquisitor. He has no problem whatsoever sharing them in great detail with the rest of the party. One barrel of Brain Bleach, coming right up! Iron Bull: Yeah. (Coughs). How's s/he feel about you saying this in front of everybody?

Inquisitor: If a Rift opened up right now and swallowed me, I would be fine with that.

Solas: Provided it tied you down first, one assumes.

Varric: Listen, do whatever works for you. You don't have to act restrained in front of us.

(or)

Inquisitor: Bull and I are consenting adults. There's nothing wrong with what

Cole:

Sera: Pfft! Heard you took her/him right up the Dales.

Dorian: (laughs, but catches himself) Ahem.

Blackwall: I look forward to informing Cullen.

(or)

Inquisitor: Moving on.

Vivienne: Please do.

Cassandra: I could not agree more.

Cole: Oh. Sorry. Yeah. (Coughs). How's s/he feel about you saying this in front of everybody?If a Rift opened up right now and swallowed me, I would be fine with that.Provided it tied you down first, one assumes.Listen, do whatever works for you. You don't have to act restrained in front of us.(or)Bull and I are consenting adults. There's nothing wrong with what we choose to do in bed. Not just in bed . Sometimes it's up against the wall. And once on the War Table Pfft! Heard you took her/him right up the Dales.(laughs, but catches himself) Ahem.I look forward to informing Cullen.(or)Moving on.Please do.I could not agree more.Oh. Sorry. Cole can go on to do it a second time, regaling the party with how he's picked up Bull and the Inquisitor's bedroom dynamic "works". Bull tries to call him off again. Iron Bull: Do you mind, kid? If you take away all the mystery, it's not quite as hot.

Inquisitor: Bull? ...Yes, it is.

Iron Bull: My mistake. Carry on, kid.

Cole: What's an — "Orlesian tickler"? note Assuming Orlais is an Expy of France, our equivalent would be the "French Tickler", which is a condom with feathers on it.

Iron Bull: I'll tell you when you're older.

Cole: Nooo... You won't.

Iron Bull: No. I won't. Do you mind, kid? If you take away all the mystery, it's not quite as hot.Bull? ...Yes, it is.My mistake. Carry on, kid.What's an — "Orlesian tickler"?I'll tell you when you're older.Nooo... You won't.No. I won't.

Sera's attempt to annoy Varric fails quickly. Sera: Dwarves are weird.

Varric: No argument here.

Sera: Argh! You're doing this wrong! Dwarves are weird.Argh! You're doing this wrong!

Varric gets something special imported for the Iron Bull. He's not sure what anyone would do with it, but he did manage to find it. Bull reacts to this news with much glee and makes a note to find milk and some Orlesian "guimauves" so it'll be just perfect. Varric excuses himself from the conversation at that point, saying that he really doesn't want to hear what Bull does on his own time, especially if it involves whatever "cocoa" is.

An exchange that can be heard when entering the infested caves beneath Caer Bronach. Dorian: Just once, we should enter a cave and see normal sized spiders!

Varric: Then we'd know the world is ending.

Varric at one point asks what the deal is with Qunari and their swords, to which Iron Bull points out that Varric named his crossbow after a woman. Varric: Point taken.

This discussion about Kirkwall: Dorian: You know, Varric, I went to Kirkwall once.

Varric: Yeah?

Dorian: Bit of a shithole.

Varric: (fondly) Yeah...

This exchange between Cassandra and Bull: 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.

Sera's interpretation of the Inquisition heraldry: Sera: So Cassandra, if you were trained young, how long have you been giving Andraste's hairy eyeball?

Cassandra: Andraste's what?

Sera: The sword-eye-hair thing. You know, "Knock knock, Inquisition; Andraste's hairy eyeball says 'What are you doing?'"

Cassandra: The eye is wreathed in fire. The light of the maker and the flames of Andraste's sacrifice.

Sera: Oooooh. You need better painters. I just figured she was ginger.

Cassandra: She was.

Sera: Well, there you go then.

Cassandra: No. No, there we don't go. : So Cassandra, if you were trained young, how long have you been giving Andraste's hairy eyeball?: Andraste's what?: The sword-eye-hair thing. You know, "Knock knock, Inquisition; Andraste's hairy eyeball says 'What are you doing?'": The eye is wreathed in fire. The light of the maker and the flames of Andraste's sacrifice.: Oooooh. You need better painters. I just figured she was ginger.: Well, there you go then.: No. No, there we don't go.

Sera asks Cassandra if she's ever punched a bear. Cassandra is understandably baffled. Cassandra: Sera, why would you assume I should use my training to assault an animal?

Sera: What, the "punch a bear" thing? I dunno, I just figured you'd want to know if you could! I mean, I sometimes pop an arrow just to see if I can hit something. ...(tsks) Aww, did Andraste say not to use your training for fun? Fun for you, I mean. Probably not fun for the bear. You've got some reach on you.

Cassandra: ...No. No, Andraste did not specifically say, "One should not punch bears."

Sera: Well, there you go, then. : Sera, why would you assume I should use my training to assault an animal?: What, the "punch a bear" thing? I dunno, I just figured you'd want to know if you could! I mean, I sometimes pop an arrow just to see if I can hit something. ...(tsks) Aww, did Andraste say not to use your training for fun? Fun for you, I mean. Probably not fun for the bear. You've got some reach on you.: Well, there you go, then. She may not punch bears, but according to party banter with Blackwall, Cassandra does punch trees. She insists it somehow helps with her allergies.

Cassandra demonstrates that she is Not So Above It All. Sera: Rose! No, wait! Robin's egg! Cassandra: Is this another game? Sera: Trying to guess the color of your underpants. Cassandra: (proudly) (proudly) I don't wear underpants. Doubles as a minor Call-Back to Dragon Age II, where party banter indicates that Isabela sometimes passes the time by trying to guess the color of Fenris's underwear.

Further proof that Cassandra is Not So Above It All: her reaction to Blackwall lamenting that dragons are nearly extinct. Majestic? Say that after you see a pile of dragon shit bigger than your house.