Dai companions, after traveling somewhere cold, reacting to over hearing the inquisitor tell Iron bull, "Maker, put a shirt on before you poke someone's eye out," like that scene from Sinbad
Cassandra: Cassandra has peaked once or twice. Maker, how can she not when the Iron Bull is running around without a shirt on ninety nine percent of the time? She snorts when she overhears the comment, wondering if there is even a shirt that could fit Bull and his impressive chest.
Varric: He laughs. “Oh I’m definitely adding that in my book. ‘The Iron Bull was once reprimanded by the Inquisitor for nearly blinding them with what his right hand man once described as his pillowy man bosoms.”
Vivienne: “The Inquisitor is right, Bull. We must get you a few pairs of shirts” Vivienne insists. “I have the perfect tailor in mind so don’t fret my dear.” When Bull starts to say he doesn’t need any shirts, Vivienne gives him a look. He blinks, sputtering out a ‘yes ma’am’ before acquiescing to Vivienne’s demands.
Dorian: Dorian is in the same camp as Cassandra. He has admired Bull’s chest a few times, but he would sooner cut out his tongue than admit to ogling the Iron Bull. Perhaps if Bull did take the Inquisitor’s suggestion, his wandering eye would finally be put to rest.
Solas: Solas can’t help but let out a chuckle. It earns him a few looks from the rest of the party, but he ignores them. While he and the Inquisitor have butted heads in the past, he does have to admit that they have a gift for quick wit.
Sera: Sera cackles. “Hey Bull, too bad you don’t belong to the Itty Bitty Titty Community like me and the Inky!” She earns a sour glance from the Inquisitor, which only makes Sera laugh even harder.
Cole: “Would it hurt? They look soft, but losing an eye seems like it would hurt,” Cole murmurs out loud. He then frowns, wondering if there is even a shirt big enough to fit the Iron Bull. During their time at the Winter Palace he did have a shirt on, but that might be the only one in existence that could even fit Bull.
Blackwall: Blackwall shakes his head. He does not want to be a part of this conversation-- no matter how hilarious it might be. The last thing Blackwall wants to think about is the Bull’s… bosom. Dorian and Cassandra do enough of that for all of them.
Bull: During all of this Bull is just going to be like: