[Chris' eyes trace over the old injury with some curiosity, when they return to Bull's face, it's with a bit more respect.]

You've got a number of stories to you, Iron Bull. More'n most ever have, I'd bet.

[And those were just the physical. Chris had all of two scars and more than that number of stories. Yet Bull sat there a veritable canvas of his own tales and he doubted his capability of imagining how many more there might be.]

Makes me think of that game where you're to try and take the shot off the table with just your lips and teeth and take it that way too. Hands free.