His lack of hostility comes as a relief, and the ease of his conversation is both unexpected and delightful. Where he in the shape of a man, she'd find him companionable and charming at first impression. He is, in fact, companionable and charming at first impression. If they were home, she'd invite him to dinner as one does when welcoming new acquaintances to the area. She immediately suspects he'd be a delightful dinner party companion, though with those hands he might find the fish fork and soup spoon challenging. Also, horns.

Her smile, however, increases. "I only mean to say, it's clear that while you are most distinctly a person, you are obviously not a human being. Rather, Mr. Iron Bull," Calling him The Iron Bull when directly addressing him seems awkward, and this is the most respectful designation she can presume upon in such a situation, "I had wondered in lieu of such, what manner of species you are. To me you are delightfully...mythical." She decides upon a word. "Rather like you might be found in the middle of a maze."

There's an easy wave of a gloved hand. "Truly though, if I am solicited for opinion," and she was, "I would say that I would want you to be whatever version of yourself makes you both happiest and puts your best...foot?" Her glance goes to the aforementioned area. Feet? Hooves? "Forward in enjoyable company."