The Bull snorts, giving Dorian a little grin. That's not the answer he wanted but it's the only one he's going to get; in spite of what Dorian might think, the Bull knows when not to push. He'll just have to keep an eye on Dorian and hope for the best.

"Then everyone's going to start thinking I carried you through all this crap. You've got to wait at least until everyone starts asking questions and I start explaining how heroic your ass looked silhouetted against those 'righteous flames purifying the land of darkspawn,' or whatever."

And then there's nothing else for it. He doesn't hesitate, or sigh - it was a good little break, and now it's done - he just hops onto his good leg and reaches out toward the staff, trying to brace himself and look casual at the same time while he waits for Dorian to hand it to him. Nothing's going to happen when he grabs it. It's not going to be weird. It's just a weapon, like anything else. It's Dorian's magic that makes it work. It's just like a walking stick, but fancier. It's going to be fine.

Focus on talking. That part's a little easier.

"You can lean on me," he says. "I'll lean on your staff, and when we find the boss again we can make it look like you're holding me up. Then you get to collapse. That dramatic enough, you think?"