Solas should know better than to ever expect The Iron Bull to take it easy on him. Wasn't that the nature of all their interactions? Challenging each other?

Bull is also a smug enough bastard to make Solas come to him while he remains in his chair, sipping his whiskey and enjoying the occasional burst of fire that escapes him. It takes time because Solas can't make it too easy either but Bull continues to track his movements even when he isn't looking at him.

When Solas finally gets close enough to speak, Bull turns his gaze back to him again and grunts. "Sure, I've got a few. Are you going to sit or are you going to continue hovering like an anxious old Tamassran?"