This... was all very strange. Hermione just stared at him for a time before dropping her gaze and dimly realizing that he was offering her his hand to shake. That was what he was doing, right?

At any rate, he wasn't swiping at her with claws or trying to gore her with those horns, and if she weren't so worried about herself, she might have realized that he was even being fairly personable. So though it took her a few moments, she gingerly reached out with the hand that wasn't glowing, lightly grasping his hand.

"Hermione." Clearing her throat, she clarified, "I'm Hermione Granger. I don't-... I'm sorry, but... the Iron Bull? Is that your name, or...?"

If it was a title of some sort, it sounded every bit as intimidating as he looked, and she'd hate to find out how he'd earned it.