motherhen-bear:

Remember the end of Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts, where you have the chance to have a lovely little dance with your love interest at Halamshiral?

Except for The Iron Bull who simply leads you off-screen.

I’ll admit, I felt a bit cheated that I didn’t get to see my resident Qunari lead my lovely lady elf-Inquisitor in a waltz.

But then, I thought about it some more…

Question: When Bull leads you off the balcony, where is he leading you?

Answer: The Ballroom

Keep in mind, Bull absolutely adores the Inquisitor! He’s attracted to them body and mind and has nothing but respect for them with or without a romance! So for those who actually are “riding the Bull,” you think for a second, he wouldn’t jump at the chance to show off his Kadan?

Consider how the Orlesian nobility probably view Bull (not to mention Qunari in general): savage, large, lumbering, battle-worn, clearly uncomfortable in his fancy clothes, probably only brought along for muscle or to make an impression, etc.

These clowns are clearly underestimating him, maybe even whispering about the Inquisitor’s tastes in the “forbidden.”

The Iron Bull does not give a damn.

He more than likely led the Inquisitor out into the center of the ballroom and proceeded to lead them in the most elegant dance of the night, or the most merry and ridiculous. 

It doesn’t matter what any of these fops think. All Bull cares about is making the Inquisitor happy, making the Inquisitor forget about all the bad shit, making the Inquisitor know that Bull is not in the least bit ashamed of their relationship. Making sure the Inquisitor has a good time no matter how much crap they have to deal with and that everyone, everyone knows how damn proud Bull is to be the one by this amazing person’s side, in bed and out of it.

We didn’t see a private dance on the balcony for Iron Bull, not because he didn’t care or it was too “romantic” for him

We didn’t see a private dance on the balcony for Iron Bull, because dancing in front of everyone, full of pride and high on victory, regardless of the naysayers, regardless of the stigma and gossip and cruelty, is the most romantic thing The Iron Bull could do.

OK