Bruce laughs quietly at the words, although the laugh itself is wry. "I'm afraid it'll be disappointed if it decides to stick with me." He certainly was no man of adventure - he ran around Thedas for years because he had to, to avoid the Templars and keep himself and his existence hidden. And now he was only here because the Inquisition asked for it. He liked his comforts and his stability where he could get it, and those were far and few in between. Any animal wouldn't really benefit from company like his.

Though, with that said, Bruce looks at the dracolisk as it moves its head back to rest in his hair before sighing. "But I'll keep your words in mind."