"I know." And the thought calms him a little. He has more support here than he ever had before leaving Tevinter, and he wouldn't change a damn thing about it. It's still troublesome trying to find someone to spend a night with when excuses come out as soon as the armor comes off (save for one time in a small city on the Antivan border, but he doesn't count it, as the girl had been hired by Bull for him). But he's not going to let it derail his good mood for too long. After all, he can still flirt with pretty blonde barmaids and nobody will be obligated to go back to his tent with him. Win-win, really.

But he has a flagon mostly untouched in front of him, and he's content with its company for the time being. He raises it to Bull with a small smirk mirroring his commander's. "See who can drink more before one of us has to go take a piss?"