*At a cosy roadside tavern*
Iron Bull: "You know, you are one strange kid."
Cole: "So I've been told."
Iron Bull: "You know what I think? I think what you need is a cask of good ale and a pair of bad women waiting for you upstairs."
Cole: "...*Bad* women?"
Iron Bull: "As bad as they come..."
Cole: "But I didn't bring my dagger."
Iron Bull: "...Alright, from now on, I'm letting the Inquisitor deal with you."
Sera: "Thank you Cassandra."
Cassandra: "For what?"
Sera: "For taking out the fort's gateway. A few minutes more and I swear Bull would've had a go at launching me over the walls."
Cassandra: "...You're welcome?"
Cole: "...Inquisitor? Could you please tell Sera that I think her aim has improved a lot recently?"
Inquisitor: "Sera, Cole says he thinks that your aim has improved a lot recently."
Sera: "Of course it has. You've ensured I've had plenty of targets to practice on."
Cole: "Inquisitor, could you also tell her that I think her hair looks very nice today?"
Inquisitor: "Sera, Cole says that he thinks-"
Sera: "Tell it to stop buttering me up."
Cole: "But I haven't touched the butter!"
Inquisitor: "That's not what she meant, Cole."
Cole: "... Do you think she'd prefer turnips instead?"
Sera: "No she bloody well wouldn't!"
Vivienne: "So! Which of you is responsible?"
Jospehine: "I'm sorry?"
Vivienne: "I have been reliably informed that the two of you are responsible for the Inquisitor's wardrobe."
Dorian: "'Reliably informed?' This is the Dwarf's doing, isn't it?"
Vivienne: "I want to know why you two allowed the Inquisitor to show up at *my* ball wearing that... that... abomination!"
Josephine: "Ah..."
Dorian: "Erm..."
Josephine: "Well, you see-"
Dorian: "We did *try* to convince-"
Inquisitor: "Hey guys! Check out my new hat. I'm 'borrowing' it from Cole."
*Collective face-palm*