[Before Bull could even begin to wrap his mind around intelligent dragons, not the crazed beasts he's known, she goes on to describe more. A mother of dragons. A house sigil. Interest sharpens in his eye, and he's leaning a little closer, to put himself at more level a height.]

You. Have dragons. They're your children. [Emphasis on each of those words.] You hatched them and they know who you are. They fight for you?

[A guess, but it would logically follow.]

That is the most badass thing I've ever heard. And I've heard a lot of badass shit.

[Bull can see it now. This tiny slip of a woman with three massive clawed, winged dragons scaring away all of her enemies. Quite a picture.]

... Damn. Wish you could've brought them with you. [Though he's not even sure what his own reaction would be around a dragon that didn't immediately want to rip off his limbs and swing them around.] Qunari revere dragons, you know. We call them Ataashi, or "glorious ones."