Bull was well aware of how strong he was and how easily he could hurt people with said strength. He liked to be aware of it especially in certain intimate situations because he never actually wanted to hurt people beyond the little haze of pain that was fun when you blurred it together with pleasure. He was also very aware of how delicate humans were when caught in the arms of a Qunari, so he was very careful with them. Especially Dorian. Add in the fact that no one here would consider them hugging blasphemous? Yes, he really didn't want to let go of Dorian so quickly but he knew how the man could get about his clothes being mussed up.

After setting Dorian down, he continued to grin and then even laugh as he got a little smack for his troubles. "And you're the one for the job, are you?" The question was said with a pleasant little growl that was warm with affection. He heard the scrape of hard paper against cement and glanced down at the box that Dorian was nudging towards the curb. Stepping back, he looked amused. "I take it those aren't up to your standards?"

He could have made a quip about Dorian being speechless. More than half a dozen comments, some of them insinuating that he was good at making the other man speechless, sprung to the tip of his tongue but, amazingly enough, eh held them back. Maybe in another time and place he would have but right now the situation was a little less than ideal. He knew Dorian had to be reeling somewhat from the sudden relocation from their world to another one.

"Right!" He nodded when Dorian brought up the Inquisitor's missing arm. "I noticed that too. Apparently we've missed a bunch of shit going down. She hasn't told me much but I'm guessing that the mark became a threat to her welling being." A pause. "Has she told you anything about it?"

Then he grinned at being told it was good to see him. That was something that didn't happen a lot. "I suppose it's pointless to ask if you missed me."