The Bull glances over at him. There's no way in any world that he'd be grateful that Dorian doesn't have a mask right now, but if Dorian's face is right there to help him gauge the mood behind the comment, then the Bull is going to look.

"What?" the Bull asks, like he can't at least make a guess. There's another one of those pauses again while the Bull acknowledges the pain; right now it's a greedy thing trying to steal all his attention, and if he hands that attention out in moments then he can direct the rest of it where he really needs to. "You blow an old dwarven door right off its hinges, start raining fire everywhere, and take out as many darkspawn on your own as an entire team of warriors all just to keep my butt out of the fire and I'm going to, what? Start critiquing your form?"

He looks over at Dorian again. Yeah the Bull didn't mention one particular part of of Dorian's whole rescue in that little recounting there, but it's kind of hard to make every single part of what Dorian did back there sound cool. Trying wouldn't sound natural, because he couldn't mean it. Might ruin his message. And the message itself is the true part anyway, not how excited he did or didn't get over every single detail. "What else did you think I was going to be?"